I got to work an hour and a half early today. You’d be surprised how quickly time flies when you’re reading blogs.
I also took the wrong exit but there’s a good explanation for this:
He pulled up next to me in a black BMW Z4 convertible. He was obviously distinguished with his salt and pepper hair, sleek sunglasses which he peered over to make eye contact and a killer smile with perfect pearly whites.
“Do you want a ride?”, he asked over the humming of his motor.
I threw my head back and laughed my hearty laugh. “I’m driving myself thank you”.
“But you need to be here. With me”.
The light turned green and he sped off, only to cut in front of me. He gave me the come-hither-finger motion, looking at me through the rear-view.
My mind instantly reeled full of thoughts: Should I go? Where is he taking me? Do I call my boss now or later? It’s a beautiful day for sex. He’s hot. I wanna drive his car. That mouth. I’m nervous. I can’t do this. Yes you can, you’ve done crazier things. Like what? Remember that time you drank tequila at that guy’s condo? Remember when you skipped work and went to the beach with that other guy? Aren’t you spontaneous? Go. Don’t be dumb. Damn he’s hot.
I drove behind him for 36 seconds. He pulled off onto the shoulder and waited. Did he expect me to just leave my car parked at the side of the road? Yes. Yes he did. I opened my door and stepped out. He got out just as I approached his car.
“I-I, I don’t know if this is a good idea”, I stammered.
“No? If you didn’t think it was a good idea, you wouldn’t have followed me. Come on. Let’s go for a drive. And we can have some conversation”. His eyebrow raised as he said “conversation”.
He opened the passenger door and I slipped inside, reaching for my seatbelt.
He got back into the driver’s side and looked over at me and smiled.
I smiled back and let my body mold comfortably into the leather seat. Off we drove and as the wind started to blow my hair wildly around me, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
That’s when I came to and realized I was going eastbound instead of westbound.
I don’t even care for convertibles anyhow. Pffft. I’d rather a sunroof.
Speaking of conversation, we’re almost all set for #ComeAndTalkToMe2011. One week away. I’m so excited! I think I’m more excited to meet Skye for the first time and see Max and HL_BB again.
Ladies, stop your stupid nonsense talking. There’s a difference between talking and being eloquent. Do you even know the difference? Go hit up dictionary dot com. Stupid dumb cunts. Oops. I just said the ugly c-word.
False eloquence is exaggeration; true eloquence is emphasis – William R. Alger
I need another coffee.
I’ve been on an R&B tip all week…….(so what else is new?)
“Now I don’t want to live without you, can’t be without you,
Ever since I let you in the door, girl, I don’t want to sleep without you, can’t breathe without you,
I think I found what I’ve been waiting for, what I been waiting for” – Brian McKnight
I have to cancel dinner plans tonight. I forgot all about this shift at work today.
Harmony. Say it with me. H-A-R-M-O-N-Y. I read a study that stated saying that word periodically throughout the day brings you, yep, you guessed it…harmony.
Peace. Love. Harmony.
*My Eye Candy Of The Day*