For your car

So anyways…the date took place back in 2004, when I had just moved to Dallas and clearly I was highly unfamiliar with placements of restaurants and bars. So what did he do? He offered to meet me at a central location so I could follow him there. I thought I was being mildly safe in the thought that I wouldn’t get into a car with him, not knowing where he might take me, so I met him at a gas station on 75 and Lemmon. Now that I think about it, the date was bad enough that riding in the car with him so he could possibly kill me, might have been more fun. So while he’s pumping gas, he starts telling me a little more about himself and this is what I find out: He’s a graduate of SMU (I should have known he was a snot), in a pretty-boy fraternity and lived in Bedford in this new condo where he kept his six cars. And as he stood there bragging about his two trucks…escalade something, his two SUVs, his regular sedan, his motorcycle, and Camaro…I wanted to blow myself away with a gun. If you’re going to buy six cars…why not buy an expensive one? Who cares about two GMCs, two Fords, probably a Honda and a Chevy. And don’t think I’m a Honda snob…but I grew up as a tomboy and I appreciate a sweet luxury car and can tell you what’s coming a mile away….like the sweet Bentley coupe that passed me the other day. I mean six regular cars??? Why not one, sweet lookin’ kreme BMW 745 li? or a beautiful, krimson Infiniti G35? So ol’ dude and I get to the Reunion Tower inside of the Hyatt Hotel…you know that tall spacey looking building with the ball and lights on top. We decided to go there for drinks and appetizers and conversation. Too bad the conversation was all about HIM!!!! But that’s not even the start of the date. So when we arrive at “the ball”, there was no one up front seating guests, so we walked to a section of the restaurant and sat down. A few minutes later, this...

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