Out & About: Magical Swedish Medical Elevator of Hot Women
Hanging out on Pill Hill, Swedish Medical tower. Caught elevator down on 9th floor. It was like the Virgin Airlines of elevators…really dark and modern industrial with LED mood lighting. I was by myself.
You got in on the 7th floor. Aqua green scrubs. Long blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Gawd how I love messy ponytails. You were tall. And athletic. With freckles on your forearms. Gawd how I love forearms.
I would have said hello but you had earbuds in. We made brief eye contact before you turned to face the doors and I tried to look flirty but I probably resembled a tipsy raccoon.
We stopped on the 3rd floor. You walked out. In walked…
No scrubs for you. Not even sure you worked in the building. You were carrying an armload of files…but who cares about the files? Your long black hair pulled in a tight high bun made your eye makeup extra dramatic and your dark plum lips looked spectacular in Club Elevator. Dressed in head to toe black with black tights and patent leather black boots, you took out your phone and its strange but cute ice cream case. Goth meets Sanrio.
We both exited on the ground floor and as you walked away I caught a trail of your fragrance…citrus. Lesbian meets memorable.