I’m in Love With the Man Who Hollered at Me From His Car
Never had I witnessed a man encompassing such gallantry — nay — such confidence!
I remember the day I saw him.*
It was early April and the sun was high. My dog Nora was happily swinging her bushy tail as we ran together in unison down the sidewalk for her daily run. The spring breeze was blowing, gently whipping my hair and creating goosebumps on my bare arms.
That’s when I heard him.
“DAAAAMN, GIRL!”
I jerked my head upwards to meet eyes with a middle-aged man driving a black Hyundai Sonata on the road going the opposite way of my direction. His window had been rolled all the way down. He had this lazy grin on his pasty white face and he lolled his tongue to the side as he shouted, “OOOOHHH YEAH BABY!”
Before I even had time to process what he had yelled, he sped off and I turned to helplessly watch his car drive silently away into the distance.
“What had just happened?” I thought. My heart was racing.
Who was this charming gentleman expressing his adoration for me?
I blushed nervously at the prospect of seeing him again. How brave of this balding…
