Disaster Averted.

I still think my biggest regret is asking a girl out, and replying “me too” after she told me she had a boyfriend.

But I came close to topping that over the weekend, when I almost walked into a pool fully-clothed during brunch at The Roof on Wilshire. Let’s diagram it:

As I came off the elevator on the bottom right, I witnessed a woman in her full onesie pajamas, standing up and eating breakfast. I surreptitiously took a pic of her, and as I checked my phone to see if I got it, I forgot the pool was between me and my table. (Top photo, on the left.) Luckily, the super-wet concrete acted as a warning track, or else it would’ve been one embarrassing obituary.

I’ll spare the woman by not posting the pic. Still – nice try, God.