Speed is everything. You've got to be quick to catch it, or you will never get it. You've got to be fast to fight it, or else you will never win it. And if you can't keep up, you won't ever make it mate.
Find Elsa leaning over a car staring discerningly into the distance. She's too good to be true. Her hair sways with impetus in the light, and her lips meet perfectly in the center. You are gob smacked - as one naturally is. But you're sure you've got this one in the bag. You give yourself an old kick in the arse and skip toward her with an insatiable confidence that not even Zeus himself could dispute.
You shoot her a cheeky hello - but she doesn't turn. It's alright, you shake it off quick, and you climb back onto the horse with a quirky one liner that would be sure to get her attention. She turns as you predicted, and gives you a look that could break plates. Alright, maybe not the best decision on your part, but you deflect her offensive, and proceed to pull the big guns out. You tell her your mini cooper is the blue one in the back.
Her eyes dart up and her attention is now caught. She lets off a smile and walks straight to your car. She's a girl who knows what she wants. You scamper behind her in awe. Your confidence seems to be fading as you begin to realize the reality of the situation.
She climbs into the little blue devil and pushes her hands on the dashboard. She looks at you as if you are a mad man for not already getting in the car. You hurry into the car with enthusiasm. She pushes you against the steering wheel and pulls your tie on your neck as she leans in closer to become better acquainted. However, she quickly falls back into her own seat and laughs as you pant heavily on your own side.
She tells you to close your eyes, and you do so in absolute excitement. You cannot contain yourself.
Suddenly you hear the door slam and you open your eyes. You see that she is gone. She has disappeared into the nights sky. You are left savoring this moment, wishing it wasn't so transitory.