Brian & I went out for dinner as a 2nd date. Chinese/Japanese. YUM. Very interesting conversation & laughs & thought-provoking questions. We bared our souls a little more.
After dinner, he wanted ice cream (one of his passions, I'm discovering! Jules, I thought of you!). I got into his amazing custom-ordered foreign convertible, which I'd already had the joy of riding in at lunch. Mucho YUM YUM. And she's blue, my fav color.
I like nice things, but I'm not materialistic and flashing possessions around doesn't impress me, so I decided to be funny-cute. As the engine was winding up thru the parking lot (which makes my panties wet***), I casually turned to him & said, "Well, she's not a ' 67 Camaro, but she'll do." Without hesitation, he smiled back & said "I'm not old enough to drive one of those." We both laughed our asses off. Astounding how clever we both are, I tell ya!
*** If you don't know it yet, I'm a classic car freak. There's the combination of art & architecture with
those graceful lines you VERY rarely see these days. There's the quiet, calm sophistication of the
"grande dames" who don't need to prove anything to anyone. There's the flashbacks to the utilitarian station wagons! Then there's the deeply vibrating motors of the muscle cars, who also don't need to prove anything to
anyone, but just can't seem to help showing off!!! Rev this, buddy!!
I'm not like most girls in this way. When they have Hot August Nights & I watch those beauties go
rolling by, it's all I can do to keep from throwing myself in front of them & humping the tires!
ok, now I'm getting excited just sitting here. Classic car porn. Hunh. Hey, Columbus, think we can
put something together & make some dough?
So, we're zooming down the road, hair blowing, to the "best ice cream in town" by Brian's estimation. As we eat, we are sitting & watching this amazing cloud bank change formation to the north of us, in the changing evening light. To the east is an osprey, vigilant, on the lookout for dinner. Great people-watching, too. After ice cream he offers me the choice of the direct route or scenic route back to my car. DUH. Scenic. Nice slow, easy drive with more sharing, silly questions, admiring the water & sky, lightning in the cloud bank now, completely dipped in life and the moment. Would I have been equally happy on a scooter or 10-speed? You Bet!
Parked by my car, we talk a bit. He asks me if I'd like to go out again. I think that hits the DUH jackpot, brainiac... we both simultaneously lean in & kiss. (although we both claim the other started it!) Nice. Very nice. Hmm. let's try that some more!! There is some way cool chemistry here that I haven't felt in a long, long time.
