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01:49 PM
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Driving your girlfriend home......
It has, on occasion, been necessary to drive my boyfriend home....... we are not ones to abstain from alcohol, you see, and usually I'm the one who limits myself in order to be functional.....
on one such occasion, in the wee hours of the morning, my boyfriend was completely reclined in the passenger seat as I drove us home. The streets were wet and empty as the sky began to lighten.
On one particular stretch, there was a car next to me (on my passenger side).... keeping up with me.... we kept passing each other... we would stop at a light and I could see the driver looking at me. I glanced over to see him trying to catch my attention, but mostly I kept my eyes straight ahead or feigned interest in the cigarette I was trying to smoke (but didn't even want anymore).
I began to wonder if he was trying to hit on me.......
didn't he see the slumped male figure in the passenger seat? he was in an SUV, so he could easily look down into my little car...... what was he trying to do?
I started thinking he was a creep....
yet he persisted in trying to catch my eye.
I finally looked over at him as we sat at a red light.......
he pointed at my boyfriend and smiled.
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled back.
he began motioning frantically towards his own passenger seat.
I sat up taller, straining to look into his car, and all I could see was the ponytail of a female hunched forward against the dashboard....asleep on her folded arms......
that made me laugh.
the light turned green.....
I went straight and he turned with a wave.....
I don't know why I remember that moment so fondly. but I do.
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