i can never seem to run into the hot british guy who lives in my building. unless. i am doing laundry. while wearing my jammies. and no make-up. and i haven't brushed my hair yet.
so, i'm standing there in the elevator and he says something british-y to me, and i scream "i clean up good!".
ok, no i didn't. but i thought about saying it.
and when the door closed after he got off the elevator, i muttered something to the effect of "you WILL be mine, hot british boy!"
but, i didn't say it like a psycho. i said it like they say it in cheesy movie-of-the-weeks... and it seems to work for them!
ps. note my newfangled ego stroking machine.