chase the mini
I love men. I love cute men. I love cute men that flirt with me most of all though.
This afternoon while I was driving around the Northwest Suburbs I happened upon just such a man driving a British Racing Green Mini Cooper with the Union Jack painted on the roof. He had salt and pepper hair and a nicely trimmed goatee with a small silver hoop in his left ear. He was also wearing dark sunglasses, the wrap around kind that actually looked great on him.
I know all this detail because we played with each other. Oh no, not physically, “motoring-ly®”. You know the game. You follow, speed up, change lanes, slow down, a lot of glances in the mirrors and through the side windows while idling at the stop lights.
The funny thing is that I was merely headed in the same direction as he was, and I was driving aggressively. I wasn’t “cruising®”. Ok, maybe I was checking him out, but I didn’t for a moment believe he thought me cute.
Until…
He waved.
Our paths diverged and as he turned off, ending the ballet we’d danced for the last 5 miles. As he merged into the left turn lane, he waved to me. Low enough in the car, that if I wasn’t looking at him, I’d have never seen it, but high enough that I did.
I wish I had access to the DMV records. I got his license plate number.
a little something for me?
Oh you shouldn’t have. No really. Stop, you’re making me blush.
ok!
OK!
If you really want to get me something, but I’m telling you, I don’t normally celebrate religious holidays (except for the fact that we get them off of work. I will always celebrate that).
so my wish list for the holiday gift givers just begging to get me something is as follows:
• Pay off my car. I know I’ve only made one payment on a car I bought in October and re-financed twice already. Ask about a simple payment plan.
• an iMic for my iBook so I can transfer cassettes and vinyl to my iTunes and upload them into my iPod. I think I need to get an iLife, nope, nope, that came loaded onto the computer.
• Pillows. Fabulous, free-range goose down pillows hand stuffed by little children in the Swiss alps.
• Cooking lessons. (while you’re at it, how about throwing in a gourmet kitchen and a set of Calphalon cookware.)
• Unlimited travel on American Airlines (more space in coach for my long legs). Coach class is fine, unless you really love me and believe, as I do, that I should always fly first class.
• A new cell phone with bluetooth technology so I can have a wireless headset for my cellular phone.
• A Hotspot account, so I can blog from any Starbucks location in the world.
I’m pulling at straws here. I can’t think of anything else, so I’ll turn the list over to my personal shopper and stylist which, oh yeah, is also a gift idea.
• A personal stylist and shopper.
In all honesty, I would love to have our military safe from harm and an administration that was honest and truly looking out for the good of the people and the world and less about how much money and oil they can secure through bloodshed. I know world peace will never occur in my lifetime, but shouldn’t we at least be headed towards it instead of blindly retreating away because someone kicked us in the shin?