Mr. L'ascenseur

No one really knows what the opposite sex wants. No one really knows what anyone wants, not even themselves sometimes. I've received mixed signals for the past month, and I need to just stop thinking. I'm speculating on possibilities, but I don't know if I'm anywhere near the ballpark. I wish he would just tell me! We are too afraid to communicate. I would say this is true even in honest and pure relationships, for all humankind.

The worst place for communicating is in the elevator. Even in the company of best friends, most people become reserved, face the elevator doors, and look up at flashing numbers for ninety seconds. So, why is it that I'm riding the elevator all damn day, waiting for Mr. L'ascenseur to say hello?