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azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-14 04:26 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-14 04:26 am
Arizona Drivers
As I walked home Friday afternoon, as I was approaching the place where I cross the street, someone hollered at me from their car. It was a holler distinctly aimed at me.
I look up, see a light grey sedan with one of those increasingly tattered US flags on the antenna, window rolled down, young man with that Executive Clone haircut that was more popular in the 80's than it is today (extremely receding hairline though), white button-down shirt, nice dark suit, no tie.
We make eye contact.
He makes a suggestive gesture at me.
I gesture back.
The light changes and he drives on.
and the innocent bystanders completely miss that it was a kiss I blow at him before the part of my mind that censors can catch up with me. Darkside can only get those unguarded expressions of affection out of me when he surprises me. I wasn't expecting it to be him. We both know he saw it; we both know I meant it.
I look up, see a light grey sedan with one of those increasingly tattered US flags on the antenna, window rolled down, young man with that Executive Clone haircut that was more popular in the 80's than it is today (extremely receding hairline though), white button-down shirt, nice dark suit, no tie.
We make eye contact.
He makes a suggestive gesture at me.
I gesture back.
The light changes and he drives on.
and the innocent bystanders completely miss that it was a kiss I blow at him before the part of my mind that censors can catch up with me. Darkside can only get those unguarded expressions of affection out of me when he surprises me. I wasn't expecting it to be him. We both know he saw it; we both know I meant it.