by Abigail
its been way toooo long and 'cause it's so John Hughes.
So this boy and I get to talking at the Elbo Room and he's
nice, much smarter than I thought, very rough--
Southside-y kinda background blah blah blah. So the bar
closes and we leave, he gives me a ride to my car, and we
talk in his car ( it's like an '83 silver Datsun,
hahaha! yes he's a total grease monkey) and I go to
hug him ( and thought about kissing him) goodbye and
my coat is caught in the door so it looks like I went
up to hug him and then changed my mind at the last
minute. So he hugs me confusedly and I'm too
embarrassed to tell him anything and get out.
Since it's me, I take a wrong turn in my car and end up
retracing my steps, all the while bitching at myself
for not kissing him. I turn onto Ashland Ave. only to see a
silver Datsun speeding up and almost hitting me, I'm
like "oh fuck that's Dave!" so we start racing
each other down the street and I call him on his cell phone.
He's totally fucking with other cars and is like
"c'mon go faster, dude cut this guy off on your
left" eventually I tell him that I would have given
him a bigger hug this evening if I had the chance but
my coat got stuck in the door.
He's like, alright, I'm pulling over here if you want to give me a better hug and pulled over right before the 90/94 on-ramp. So yes cheesey romantics, we both got out of our cars, met in
between them had the craziest make out/groping session
while cars flew by us to get on the expressway.
Have I told you he was an Aquarian. It turns out he had taken a wrong turn earlier too and was backtracking his steps
and bitching at himself for not trying to put the
moves on me....
