Move a little closer if you don't mind

Preface: Two doors down from me 4 ridiculously adorable hipster boys live in a set-back house and have band practice and parties constantly. I want to be their friends. I came into contact with one once. I screamed "Fuck" while running from my car to my door in the torrential rain as my Target bag exploded and a bottle of wine rolled across the street and cracked against the curb. We made eye contact and he smiled. I'm positive I looked cute, sophisticated and graceful at the time.

This morning I was scraping the snow off my back windshield, minding my own business, when I got nailed square in the back by a snowball.  I turn around and, smack, right in the fucking face. Snow is melting down my cheeks, my nose has that weird feeling that happens right before its starts gushing blood and he's standing across the street with a shit eating grin on his face. 

The dialogue went as follows:

Matt: (Huge gaping jaw.)

Me: I can't help but feel as if that was purposeful. 

Matt: Oh my god I thought you were someone else. I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry.

Me: Sooo, that's why you decided to throw a second one at my face?

Matt: ha ha ha ha ha.

Me: I still fail to see the humor here.

Matt: Seriously, I'm so sorry. I'm Matt. I live right back there.

(Insert introductions, talk about the neighborhood, blah, blah.)

Matt: Hey, did you have a party on the Superbowl?

Me: Yeah, it was my birthday.

Matt: Yeah, I just remember I was outside smoking and all of a sudden I hear this door slam open and some girl yelling "PA-CHING! PA-CHING! PA-CHING!" and then a shitload of fireworks went off.

Awesome? I love unconventional first introductions. I invited them to our Presidents party. I guess it's time to buy more fireworks.