August 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
My company just moved into an office building that hosts all of our sister brands and it’s much bigger than our old spot on Congress. We’re on the 16th floor and spend a lot of time going up and down the various elevators. Watching the floors tick by is one of the most tedious parts of the day, but if you make a game out of it, then whammo bammo your morning just got a whole lot more exciting.
One of my elevator games is to think about what might happen if I fell in love with someone on one of my rides up to our suite. It’s hard to meet professional men these days and the elevator at work seems like a very logical place to run into someone with similar life goals as myself.
Just last week a boy walked in from the garage elevator and said, “Hey, were you listening to Beirut back there?” My first thought was to apologize for my loud music. I try to keep it under wraps, but the Golfie has some serious speakers. So I said, “Yes, I’m so sorry if it was loud! Santa Fe comes on and I can’t help myself.” And his response was, “It wasn’t too loud, I just noticed because NPR was talking about Beirut the city earlier and I thought it was a funny coincidence.” Me: “You’re kidding! I was listening to Beirut BECAUSE they were talking about it on NPR…” Are we meant to be? Maybe. Maybe if I see him again, we can have another cute-meet and discover that we also both like The Walkmen or something equally as pretentious. Or maybe he isn’t into ladies. You never know in Austin, especially since we work in a building filled with creative/digital agencies. He was wearing skinny khakis, but in the creative world, straight boys have to look stylish too.
Unfortunately, this occasion was probably a once in a lifetime elevator encounter. Usually the rides up are dull and awkward – I spend the minutes catching up with Politico and the New York Times (ahem, it’s possible that I’m actually only reading Hello Giggles) and checking my email. I run into one handsome boy pretty regularly, but I’m always doing something incredibly weird when he steps in. Once, I was eating a hunk of Gouda covered in wax. Another time, I was furiously powdering my face before a meeting. And then there was the time that I had my leg up on the wall trying to pop my hip. I didn’t have time to explain to him that I dance and run and I have to pop my joints on a regular basis or else they lock up…
I think meeting my soul mate in an elevator would be much more adorable than meeting him in a bar or somewhere less glamorous. Someday when little Kristen Elizabeth Jr. looks up at me with her big ol’ green eyes and asks me how her dad and I met, I don’t want to say, “Well…mom was sipping on a 7 and 7 and daddy was on his third beer…” “But don’t drink kids!” It’s just not a cute story. I’d have to lie and that’s not one of my strong suites.
INSTEAD, re-hashing the tale of how Mr. Right rode the elevator up an extra 10 floors just to talk to me would be really perfect. And just to remind myself that I’m living in a fantasy world made up of chick-flicks and ridiculousness, I think we should all watch a few cheesy elevator scenes. Enjoy. Oh and if you’re a handsome man reading this and you want to stage a real-life elevator encounter, I wouldn’t mind one bit.
When Harry Met Sally: Scroll to 2:30.
Adorable old couples are, well, adorable.
The Ugly Truth:
I love everything about Gerard Butler. He’s handsome, he has an accent and he’s your stereotypical bad boy with a tude. I would kill to make out with a Gerard Butleresque man in an elevator. I’d also kill for Katherine Heigl’s dress in this scene.
500 Days of Summer:
Because The Smiths are awesome. And also because Joseph Gordon-Levitt looks like every hipster-professional in Austin and my chances of meeting someone like him are high.*
*Probably not really, but a girl can dream.