As quickly as the highs come, so come the lows: Sunday’s date just wants to be friends. Suffice it to say I’m rather disappointed, since I was a bit smitten, and a bit confused, since she was using “relationship language” in conversation and her jokes that night.
And on my way home, I was inches away from being creamed by some chick in an SUV who decided it was more important that she finish texting on her cell phone than actually, you know, WATCH WHERE SHE WAS DRIVING. After the incident happened and the adrenaline was coursing through my system, I was almost entirely consumed with the desire to intentionally ram her, but then I realized while I might be older, I probably don’t have more insurance since she’s driving a more expensive car than mine.
Who needs a drink?