The Color Green

Riding the elevator in Gary's building up to see Cashew last night, I ran into a VERY cute boy in a green shirt which matched the green skirt I was wearing to a tee. His couple friends pointed out that our clothes were a perfect match. He then turned to me smiled and said, "I guess that means we should hang out tonight."

I blushed and explained that I had a dog to walk. He asked which apartment--since we were all riding up to the 3rd floor and I told him in the fervent hope that he'd come aknockin'...no such luck, but it was a sweet interlude nonethless.