Missed opportunities

There I was, walking out of the Fleet Bank on 2nd Avenue and 4th St. on Saturday afternoon, doing laps around my own brain, when a man stepped into my path and said, "Hello again."

After being jolted from my zombie-like stroll so suddenly, I could do nothing except look at this person as if he were crazy. He, in turn, mumbled something, flushed red and walked away.

Once he was safely out of sight, two things registered. 1) He was really, really cute and 2) He was trying to chat me up. Since running after him was clearly not an option, I had no choice but to call myself an asshole and chalk it up to another missed opportunity. I really hope he wasn't my soul mate or anything.