So one day I was walking and I spot this fine young lady making eyes my way. I felt on top of the earth. She was pointing my way to her friends and telling them things. I'm walking, feeling like a -blam!-ing pimp, and she still has her eyes on me. My friends start pumping me up to go talk to her, but before I did, I smiled at her an waved, and she smiled and waved back. I was telling my friends she is all into me and wants me and I grow the balls to walk over and introduce myself. As I get to her, the group get quiet and I mumble out "I noticed you looking at me." With all the confidence in the world I stood and waited for a reply. The group starts eruption with laughter and she says "your zipper is down." Just like that, I left, but with a napkin, a napkin not covered in her telephone number, but a napkin covered in my tears.