those three little words

Some utter stranger accidently told me he loves me.

I was leaving my work after locking up, going to go swimming, and beautiful sunshine was casting a blue-green glow to the building (insulation-tinted glass). Some students were coming down the staircase, and I was digging for my goggles.

This guy on the second flight points and suddenly says, "I love you."

I'm not wearing my glasses, so I can't tell if he's talking to me. But my heart flutters even though he's not the slightest bit familiar.

"I mean, uh, I like.. that jacket!" He stutters. "It's sexy."

I'm not wearing a jacket and to be honest, I'm slumming worse than I have in the entire semester. The clasp on my pants doesn't even work ---I've been hiding it with a garish red sweater.

I couldn't help but give him a smile and laugh. Maybe he was talking to a girl with a fabulous jacket walking behind me, but I sure had fun imagining for a moment that he was hitting on me.

That's really the first time any dashing stranger has ever thrown romance at me from two flights up. Super coolness! He wasn't quite my type (think bob marley but darker and more normally dressed) but damn! How cute.