On the way home from my walk a few minutes ago as I was about to cross the empty lot at the entrance to my street I passed an apartment quadplex like mine. Up on the balcony area of #4 was guy. A really hot guy. So I snap my eyes forward and try to catch glances and me being the spazzy klutz I am I swing my arm holding a bottle of water too hard and out it flys. Bounce, bouncy, bounce... Yes, he saw me. I tried with as much dignity as possible to pick the bottle up (my head held down as much as possible) and scurry off. It's like I'm 12 years old again, except I'm like that all the time.