I love first dates.... especially when I get a great story out of it. Well, I do understand how important a vehicle is to a man. Some look at it as a reflection of their success. I personally don't care, as long as you don't pick me up on a skate board I'm OK. I never was much into cars, so you could imagine my reaction to being picked up for my first date in what I'm pretty sure was a spaceship!
I didn't know what to do. It didn't have door handles! I think he clapped his hands and the doors opened. Then I jumped back startled because the doors opened upward. I stared at the car door touching the tree branches above me and then at my date and then at the very low bucket seat... I wondered "how will I not show my lady parts while getting into that seat?" (Note to self... wear jeans if your getting picked up in a spaceship!)
Once in the spaceship, I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I could see the road! For all I know we were still parked in front of my place!!! It was a two seater, very tight, I kept wondering where my purse was going to sit, it usually gets its own seat!
The guy seemed very nervous and wasn't driving the spaceship very well... it even crossed my mind that it wasn't his. So of course, I checked the glove compartment for paper work... lol. It was his.
Never the less, I was not impressed by his spaceship or the wedgie that the bucket seat kept giving me. Next time impress me with your conversation not your fancy spaceship.
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