i mean, wow. i saw you again yesterday. some people call that fate. i also call it fate. ‘you are my density.’ [back to the future reference.] [i am on a roll with these 80’s movie sci fi references.] [making a note to stop.]
anyway, what a coincidence right? out of the hundreds [thousands?] of people leaving at the five o’clock hour to hurry home from work, i end up with you. again. i mean. wow.
so you have an iowa license plate. that’s cool. i am assuming you’re from there. did you grow up on a farm? did you play in corn fields as a child and sleep under the stars? i am imagining you in a straw hat and shirtless with overalls on right now. that’s cute.
oh geez. you’re fixing your hair in the rearview mirror. could you not? it’s like you know that a nicely coiffed head of dark hair is my very favorite. ok. ok now you’re just taunting me.
so who are you talking to on the phone? [good job not texting btw. we’re making strides.] it’s probably your mom. your mom who is in iowa shucking corn as you tell her how much you miss her and her home cooking. hey, i can cook. true story. i taught myself, like, two years ago. i must say i am just keep getting better and i would love to start cooking for two. but i mean whatevs.
last time we were together, i hung around, got to know you a little bit, waited until you made your exit. but this time, i am going to tempt our
density destiny and leave you first, without looking back. [this is called ‘hard to get’. my sister told me about it once.] if we ever meet again [ugh, yes, that was a timbaland/katy perry reference] i just don’t know what the universe would be telling us.
yes i do.
it would be saying ‘hey ahlin and red toyota boy. what up. why are you being so dense and not answering when fate comes knocking – nay – crashing down your door? come guys. we’re all adults here. have a little sense and talk to each other. thanks.’
until next time, cute boy in the red toyota…