I am in a mood for random anecdotes and this post from Shadow of Diogenes made me think of an odd little incident from many years ago.
My husband and I once met after work for dinner and a movie about 45 minutes away from where we live. We had come in separate cars. After the movie, he hit the highway but I wanted to stop at a bank machine to pick up some money. When I got on the highway, I saw his little red VW putting along in the slow lane at 60 mph. It was a new car so I didn't know the license plate number. I could tell it was him because I could see his big head and the boxes he had piled in the hatchback. I thought, "Oh, how sweet, he drove slowly so I could catch up." So I got behind him, flashed my lights, and swerved in the lane a little bit so he would know I was following him. I stayed right behind him for the remaining half-hour drive home.
He got off at the exit for our town and traveled in the direction of our house. But then he turned off, and I thought, "Well, maybe he wants to stop for a drink somewhere." I was about to call him on my cell phone, when he suddenly pulled into the driveway of a house. I was completely puzzled, so I got out of my car walked over to him, and when he rolled down the window, I said, "What are you doing?!?"
As in, "Why are we stopping here?"
But then I looked down and I realized that the man behind the wheel was NOT my husband. I had been following someone else the whole time! The man responded in a kind of sexed up voice, "What are you doing?"
I then of course realized that it was nearly midnight and I was in the middle of nowhere with a strange man who thought I had designs on him. I gasped and said, "I am VERY sorry, I thought you were someone else." I immediately walked decisively and very briskly back to my car as the man called after me, "You're very pretty! I'd still be up for whatever you had in mind!"
I think he was still yelling after me as I screeched out of there. I arrived home a few minutes later to find my husband -- who had not sweetly waited for me on the highway-- happily ensconced in front of the telly. Sad to say, I remember thinking, "If that guy had sexually assaulted me, I would have had lots of 'splaining to do if I reported it."
Another day I'll have to tell the story of how I wound up barging in to a public men's restroom, and also the time I got stopped in a restaurant for allegedly stealing the waitress's tip.
Oh the stupid things I have sdone becasue I pretty girl talked to me. I have physically injured myself on numerous occasions because of that very reason….and will do it again.
Posted by: aaa akkus | December 28, 2009 at 05:57 AM