Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bump into you in an otherwise empty hallway knocking your books all over the place and making a complete fool out of myself for no apparent reason other than the fact that my brain was rendered momentarily incapable of maintaining my body's homeostatic balance by the sight of your boundless, all encompassing beauty, temporarily ripping from my ability to coordinate my movements, casing our two flesh-based shells to become one... perhaps it was the fickle hand of fate...
Pardon me, but would you mind if I looked down your pants for a second?
You got me shaking in my bacon and scrambling in my eggs.
Nice knees.
Can I buy you a spatula?
The voices in my head say you should go out with me. What do you say?