“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.” ―
On Saturday morning a car hit my car while I was moving out of a spot. The driver said that he thought I had already moved. I had gone to the bakery – bread is indeed not good for me 🙂
It is the worst feeling when something bad is happening and you can only watch it powerlessly. I saw the car backing up into me and honked a few times but he kept going until he hit me as I was bracing myself for the hit.
At first I thought the driver was drunk because he was shaking and seemed unsteady on his feet when he exited his car. Then I realized that he was just agitated from the situation. I made sure to get his information, I calmed my sister down and then we left.
I got home and took a better look at the damage. I just rubbed off his white paint from my mulberry (the color of my car) front bumper and realized that nothing big had happened, just some scrapes. The other car had a broken tail light.
I felt bad for the driver and called him to check on him and to let him know it was not a big deal and would probably be cheap to fix it. I didn’t want him to be worrying about it. He seemed relieved and thanked me. Today he sent me the information of a body shop. I think it will need just some buffing up or polishing up.
“Whenever you see a successful business, someone once made a courageous decision.” – ―
And speaking of cars, in March the lease on my car ends and I have to decide what to. Do I buy this car or do I do another lease for the same type of car or a different one?
My current car is a Honda HRV and in 3 years I have driven less than 7,000 miles. The residual on it is $14,000.00. Since I am not really a car person and don’t really care what car I drive I am wondering what to do. What makes better financial sense? Any opinions?
“Everything in us presses toward decision, even toward the wrong decision, just to be free of the anxiety that precedes any big step in life.”―
The third date was dinner at a Mexican restaurant. The weather was just dreary, cold rain and wind, perfect to stay at home. Since he has to drive over 1 hr to come to me I was expecting him to cancel it but he didn’t.
I drank my usual passion-fruit mojito and he had red wine. I had quesadillas and empanadas and he had chicken with mole sauce.
At the end of the date we had, what I can only describe as a “Seinfeld moment”. We left the restaurant and were walking towards my building. He took my hand and said: “here, feel this”, as he moved my hand towards his waist area.
For a second I was shocked and thought he wanted me to touch his private parts. I pulled my hand away and he again pulled it towards him. I was taken aback by this action as there was nothing in our interactions thus far that it would warrant that type of forwardness.
“She did not understand the beauty he found in her, through touch upon her living secret body, almost the ecstasy of beauty. For passion alone is awake to it. And when passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable; warm, live beauty of contact, so much deeper than the beauty of vision.”― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
That is when I felt something very hard on his waist. It was his gun. I started laughing and told him what I thought it was going on. He was a bit embarrassed.
He is a cop and at dinner he mentioned that he has to carry his weapon at all times with only a couple of exceptions. I guess he wanted to show me that he was not lying.
Isn’t life tricky? Guns scare me. I also have always said that I don’t want to date anyone in the military or a cop. He was both. I say “was” because he is 2 months away from retirement.
He had parked across from my apartment. I didn’t want the date to end so I suggested we sit in his car and talk. I wanted a little more than talking but I live right on Main Street so there are always cars and pedestrians passing by. We did get in a few kisses and it was still steamy.
The next date is already scheduled and we are both counting the days. Stay tuned…
“I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.” – Verb.”
― Pablo Neruda