On a crowded elevator, going up,
A girl stood next to me.
Now done with a run and dripping with sweat,
I probably smelled like pee.
It chanced on our rise, that the box emptied out,
So the two of us were alone.
I stepped away to pardon her nose
From my naturally scented cologne.
So I moved a few feet and apologized.
“Oh I can’t smell,” she said, unsure.
Then added, “Not now,” which was equally odd,
And I can’t say I understood her.
An awkward silence followed till
We reached her floor and said adieu.
I took this encounter as a welcome sign
That girls get flustered too.
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