I made him laugh

Today, L. and I had to register for housing for next year. L.'s appointment was earlier than mine, so I went with her to her appointment--something about registering at the same time as your roommate's. We were waiting in line outside, and there was this guy sitting outside marking down people's names who were in line for their appointment.

He was probably a sophomore or junior. He was wearing shorts and the purple polos that all the people who are RAs wear. He had brown hair and was also wearing these aviator-like sunglasses--the kind that are reflective so you can't see the pupils. They were pretty cool sunglasses, come to think of it. He looks kinda like the guy in "Cellular". Very cute.

Anyway...we were getting close. He asks L.'s last name, which is "Lombardo". He says, "Like the street" and we laugh softly, while he's looking for her name. "And your roommate's name?" he says, L. says my name. To which I say, sort of in a mocking tone, "Like the street". (My last name is just like this street in Los Angeles. Hint: the Staples center is on this street.) He laughs and says, "You're right. That is an actual street. I was fudging a bit with the other one. You're cool", and he continues laughing. I made him laugh. It was the best feeling in the world. I made him laugh. It was awesome. I made a cute boy laugh. I am overjoyed.