After a very long day of work, I just wasn't in the mood to go home just yet. Therefore, when I finally got a chance to get out, I left. I decided to go for a ride and before I knew it, I was right around my old stomping grounds. I thought to my self "I am near look out point, the place where as kids we used to hang out when we were on a date", and before I knew it I was pulling into a space looking out at the whole town. I was surprised that there was no one there but then again it was Thursday night and very late, so I turned off my car and watched the glow from the city, relaxing from the horrible day I had.
After a few minutes, I was feeling a bit better. I untied my tie, opened a few buttons of my shirt, and was finally started to relax. As I sat there, I noticed car lights coming up the hill in my mirror. I thought, "OH Shit here I am, a 31 year old man sitting at a teeny bopper hang out with the cops coming up the hill." I was relieved when I saw that it was a red convertible and not a police cruiser. I didn't pay any attention at it but couldn't help but look. It was a beautiful car. The kind that every man wishes he could some day own. I was even more surprised at the beautiful woman that was driving the car. She noticed me looking at her and the car when our eyes meet I nodded hello and quickly turn my head hoping she didn't notice me staring too much.
I was just about to leave when I heard her door open. I thought that maybe she has car trouble so I sat back and waited. Not wanting to look stupid, I put my arm up on the seat trying to look cool. She walked around her car and leaned up against her passenger door, and said "hello". I turned my head to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She must have been a model she had long blonde hair that shined in the moonlight and a body that would be to die for. She was wearing a tight, yellow sundress that showed her every curve. After stuttering a bit I finally was able to say hello.
"I noticed you looking at my car, do you like it?" she said.
"It is great" I replied' "I love classic cars." "What kind is it? May I ask?"
"Well it is a 69 Cadillac, but if you ask my husband it is a big boat.' she said with a giggle.
"Nonsense" I said, "It is a great car just imagine the stories it could tell."
A devilish smirk came across her face. "Would you like to go for a ride?" she asked.
"What about your husband? He won't mind?" I asked.