I realised that I was behind quite a lovely girl that I have admired from afar for a while. We have three card activated turnstiles in a row which we have to use to actually get into this poo hole. There is a pile of papers on top of the middle one, and we both reached for one, and our hands touched as we went to get one. Flustered and not prepared for such a dramatic turn of events, I forgot to try to use my card, and slammed into the bar of the as yet unactivated turnstile. The force of this, and my natural instinct to save my balls meant that I leant forwards, which allowed my headphones wire to get hooked around the bar. As I stepped backwards, my ears, and subsequently my head, were yanked back, with a force that litterally threw me off my feet. I then scattered my various cards all over the floor. When I got up, and had scrabled the cards together, she had gone. I think I might be in there.