There she was, the perfect girl

There she was, the perfect girl. I'd never seen her outside of campus before, and I had been wondering if she had even less of a life than I did. The only thing I did off campus was sleep at my house and get food from some low quality but cheap take-out places on the days I didn't work.

She was standing in line for another place of pizza at one of those all-you-can-eat pizza buffets. Her brown hair was pulled back and she was wearing those glasses.

The glasses that I would die just to have the chance to see her wearing them in my house.

The glasses that made the world's most beautiful girl exponentially hotter.

So there she was, wearing a T-shirt that said, "Lead me not into temptation; especially bookstores" with a pair of jeans which had certainly been more blue when they were bought.

She was wonderful.

As I came through the door, the world froze around me. Every light in the universe dimmed except for the one that shone directly on her.

And she looked at me.

Not only did she look at me but she also smiled.

She smiled and waved.

And as I lifted my hand to wave, I heard a voice from behind me: a girl's voice.

"Hey Lindsay!"

My hand dropped and I felt the skin behind my ears get hot. Turned to look at who was behind me.

Before I could see whom it was I bumped into the huge bodybuilder of a guy in front of me.

I jumped in surprise, losing my balance in the process.

Which raises a question: why is it that someone who is majoring is physics and heading towards further studies in theoretical physics does not have the ability to keep his balance in even the least of precarious footing situations?

Ultimately, I lost complete control of my body and stumbled backwards, hitting the railing that divides the dining area from the entrance line. I tumbled over the railing, landing on my back with what was, to me, the most painful sounding thud I'd ever been on the receiving end of.

I could see a few faces in my vision, which was swirling, at best. Small black speckles made it hard to concentrate.

The only word I could mutter at a barely audible level was "Lindsay."

"That's so weird." I heard someone say. "He just said 'Lindsay.' I wonder why."

What a catastrophe.

I reached in my pocket, thanking that little tugging feeling I had earlier for making me bring my time machine.

I had built the device into the shell of the Nintendo DS that my former roommate had forgotten when he moved out.

Once the machine was open, I selected the appropriate time to go back to. There was a bright flash and I found myself sitting in the driver's seat of my car, parked in the pizza buffet parking lot.

I sat for a moment, going over the events that had no longer happened in my head. As I sat there, I saw the girls who, I believed, were Lindsay's friends. I got out of my car and followed then inside.

I spent the rest of my diner listening to them discussing black holes, Katamari Damacy, and the likelihood of a live human setting foot on Mars in our lifetime.

She is so awesome.

I am, obviously, not.

I hate pizza buffets.

Author's Note - Thanks for all the reviews. As long as I get feedback on this, I'll keep it going. Also if anyone has any ideas on what could go wrong, I'm all ears. Personal anecdotes are usually the best.