Hey guys, I thought I'd share this story of what happened to me earlier this week. Since it shocked me.

I went to Columbia university to pay my tuition. After I was done, I headed to the elevator to go back to 116th street. On my walk to the elevator, I run into this feminist called Veronica. She was very skinny, had piercing blue eyes, black leggings and dyed red hair. I could tell she was visiting since she kept looking around. I talked to her since I'm a former pick up artist student. She rolled her eyes, "Dude its that a pick up line?" she scoffed.

I pressed the elevator button and marked floor 1. We were on the fourth floor. We got in and she stood the farthest from me. All the sudden I heard and noise and the lights went off. I kept cool since I've been in this Columbia elevators before and they tend to malfunction quite often. Only a second later the lights went back on. I noticed she was holding my arm. She spoke softly, "Is everything ok?", "You know what happened?" I answered, "Yes, its no big deal this happens all the time." I was taken aback, my eyes were swollen with shock, I was unsure as to what had happened to her.

As we were leaving she said, "You seem great, we should get together some time." We exchanged instagrams and headed our respective ways. As I left the building, I murmed, "I guess, I found the cure."