I came out of my studio moments ago, rounded the corner and started walking down the long hallway to the elevator. Way ahead of me, crouched down squatting on the floor while waiting for the elevator was a pretty 20-something, talking to someone I couldn't see.
As soon as I rounded the corner and my eyes saw her, I thought she was really cute and because I didn't want to walk down the whole length of the hallway gawking at her (my natural instinct!) I pulled out my phone to check the weather. (bad move).
I was actually not going to the elevator, but making a left turn right BEFORE the elevator/her. As I make that left turn - and pass her, and whoever she's talking with - I hear her say to the person "Can I have my phone back please?"
I don't take two more steps forward before I hear frantic laughing, and her saying something about "him" being "a savage" ("you savage!" were actually her exact words) and then something about being ticklish ("you know I'm ticklish", or "That's really ticklish" or something....the word was clear as a bell.....what it was connected to was not clear, I'm heartbroken to report! I need a hypnotist, maybe that would help!).
Anyways, I hear this and make an immediate ABOUT FACE and turn back towards them, I don't care how weird my behavior might look! But they have stepped into the elevator! The door closes just as I round the corner! And as soon as it does, and the elevator descends..... I hear squealing and giggling.
I run - at FULL SPRINT - to the stairs and practically jump down them. Maybe I can beat the elevator. As I burst through the ground floor door into the hallway that leads to the parking garage, I hear echoey giggling, and her squeal out "Help!". It's continuing!!! It's continuing on the floor below!
But alas I am too late! For visuals, at least. by the time I get to the garage, they're just walking to their van.
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Ok post-mortem. I couldn't figure out the dynamic between them. They were dressed "down" for moving stuff. The guy was older than her, and if I had just casually noticed them, I would have thought he was her father. Or maybe a moving van/mover that she rented for the day. Or her boss, it could be that. But hearing them chat (as I went back upstairs), it sounded like they knew each other, and it didn't sound father/daughter, so who knows what their relationship was.
(I'm thinking about this further, I'll bet they're co-workers, but I won't get into why I think that is).
She was really cute, light brown-reddish hair, and a gorgeous voice/laugh. She was about 5'7", I'd say. He was way bigger - beefy, but not fat, muscular, short hair, clean shaven. Both were wearing white t-shirts. He was wearing like painter pants; she was wearing tight black jeans.
Ok, well, good to archive that! I can't believe I SPRINTED down the stairs, heheh, I didn't think two seconds about it, I was like Clark Kent headed for a phone booth! Also: I distinctly noticed her and was instantly attracted to her....and within 30-seconds she was getting tickled. Beautiful. As a practitioner of the "elevator attack", detailed more than once in this blog, I couldn't have "gotten her" better myself!
On my way back up, I actually stood in the spot where it had just happened! I'm so sentimental, lol. I had to feel the ticklish energy still bouncing off the walls! I should put up a plaque: "On this spot, on June 4, 2017, at around 2 PM, a cutie got tickled by a savage!"
As soon as I rounded the corner and my eyes saw her, I thought she was really cute and because I didn't want to walk down the whole length of the hallway gawking at her (my natural instinct!) I pulled out my phone to check the weather. (bad move).
I was actually not going to the elevator, but making a left turn right BEFORE the elevator/her. As I make that left turn - and pass her, and whoever she's talking with - I hear her say to the person "Can I have my phone back please?"
I don't take two more steps forward before I hear frantic laughing, and her saying something about "him" being "a savage" ("you savage!" were actually her exact words) and then something about being ticklish ("you know I'm ticklish", or "That's really ticklish" or something....the word was clear as a bell.....what it was connected to was not clear, I'm heartbroken to report! I need a hypnotist, maybe that would help!).
Anyways, I hear this and make an immediate ABOUT FACE and turn back towards them, I don't care how weird my behavior might look! But they have stepped into the elevator! The door closes just as I round the corner! And as soon as it does, and the elevator descends..... I hear squealing and giggling.
I run - at FULL SPRINT - to the stairs and practically jump down them. Maybe I can beat the elevator. As I burst through the ground floor door into the hallway that leads to the parking garage, I hear echoey giggling, and her squeal out "Help!". It's continuing!!! It's continuing on the floor below!
But alas I am too late! For visuals, at least. by the time I get to the garage, they're just walking to their van.
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Ok post-mortem. I couldn't figure out the dynamic between them. They were dressed "down" for moving stuff. The guy was older than her, and if I had just casually noticed them, I would have thought he was her father. Or maybe a moving van/mover that she rented for the day. Or her boss, it could be that. But hearing them chat (as I went back upstairs), it sounded like they knew each other, and it didn't sound father/daughter, so who knows what their relationship was.
(I'm thinking about this further, I'll bet they're co-workers, but I won't get into why I think that is).
She was really cute, light brown-reddish hair, and a gorgeous voice/laugh. She was about 5'7", I'd say. He was way bigger - beefy, but not fat, muscular, short hair, clean shaven. Both were wearing white t-shirts. He was wearing like painter pants; she was wearing tight black jeans.
Ok, well, good to archive that! I can't believe I SPRINTED down the stairs, heheh, I didn't think two seconds about it, I was like Clark Kent headed for a phone booth! Also: I distinctly noticed her and was instantly attracted to her....and within 30-seconds she was getting tickled. Beautiful. As a practitioner of the "elevator attack", detailed more than once in this blog, I couldn't have "gotten her" better myself!
On my way back up, I actually stood in the spot where it had just happened! I'm so sentimental, lol. I had to feel the ticklish energy still bouncing off the walls! I should put up a plaque: "On this spot, on June 4, 2017, at around 2 PM, a cutie got tickled by a savage!"
