If it's just after midnight on Friday night, and you're returning from a friend's room in the basement of your dorm to your own room on the third floor, and you're in your pajamas and your hair is messy and you're carrying an armload of statistics textbooks, and you want nothing more than to go to bed... you're bound to step out of the elevator to find yourself face-to-face with a cute guy you know. And not even a cute guy you know well enough to consider a friend so you don't really care that much if he sees you in your pajamas with messy hair, but a cute guy you only know slightly. From band.
Cute Guy: Hi.
Me: Hi... you're an interesting person to run into in my pajamas.
Yes, I actually said that out loud.
(And yes, I spent Friday night watching television, doing statistics homework, and going to bed by twelve-thirty.)