Little Miss Runner Pants

so last night is Hallmark Girl's birthday shin-dig. we go out. we drink. we be merry.

Dancer Girl decides to crash at my place, so we're driving up to my building, and there's this hot guy walking across the street. at 3am. hand in hand with a girl.

so we're looking at them, and i'm looking.... and....

is that Hottie Guy? ....hey Dancer Girl...is that.... is? is that him?

nooo. nope. nooo--uhh. hmm. (he then turns his head, so i see his face).... HA! thats him! thats Hottie Guy!! omg!!!

wait a second. why am i so excited? this does not bode well for me!!!

so Dancer Girl and i pull into the parking spot.... should we wait here so we don't run into him with her?....i dont know! maybe we should hurry in and beat him to the elevator?!.....yeah. or wait. we could wait? OMG this is hysterical. why does this kinda stuff happen to me? you've got to be kidding me?!!.... ok lets go in. i dont' see them

so we walk up to the door of my building, and as we're walking up the stairs we see them getting onto the elevator together..........holding hands.

and i just start laughing. i mean really? REALLY?!...... guess that explains why he hasnt called in a few weeks!!!

good grief.

luckily, i find it all very humorous, Dancer Girl and i go up to my place and just kinda roll our eyes and giggle.

hmph. men!