Driving & Loving

I’m brutal and impatient.

I don’t know how I manage to keep my license.

I’m way to quick to toot my horn and push my way to where I wanna go.

I’m a menace.

I should be illegal.

On rare occasions, I suppress my brutal urges.

When I’m first dating a girl, I’m nice.

But sometimes I can change during the course of one date.

Case in point — 2002.

We met at Stu and Lew’s Christmas party.

She was an executive.

I love powerful women.

We had our first date at the Magic Carpet on Pico Blvd.

She wasn’t as concerned about my past writing on —- but that I was too religious for her.

I was Orthodox and she was Conservative.

Lunch went well enough for us to go out again.

We went to a movie in Santa Monica.

On the drive there, I was very careful.

Then I got us into an argument on abortion.

She thought it should be legal and guilt-free. I was more gloomy.

We watched the movie.

I drove back brutally.

"I can see you’re no longer trying to impress me," she noted as I raced through a yellow light and smacked into a few bumps.

Damn, women are so intuitive.

How do they pick up on these things? How can they tell I no longer care so much?

If I can ever learn to fake caring, I’ll be the complete loving package.

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see Amazon.com). My work has been covered in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and on 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (Alexander90210.com).
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