#101171 - I think irrelevantly to myself, I'm just a pumpkin cream pie. Gorgeous in open admiration--can't help myself, he's just my type—but unlike the other dusty gentlemen, he does not look my way once! As he exits the elevator, he keeps his eyes straight ahead and brushes by so close to me it makes me think he doesn't even see me there! I blush and look down in confusion: I may not be the prettiest woman in the world, but I'm not that bad looking. I listen at the fire door for men's voices, don't hear anything, and decide to go in.