Mr Driver 09/11/2009
So on a way to a date this week, my taxi driver aka Mr Driver and yours truly hit it off. We chatted away en route. I'm the kind of passenger that likes to be up beat and bubbly whilst sat on the back seat of, in this case, a very luxurious leather interiored Silver merc. I appreciate that any driver must get bored to tears with the same old questions....Are you busy today? Working late? How long have you been doing this? Blah blah blah. Turn this on it's head and think about hairdressers...how many times have I wanted to grab those scissors and commit an injury right there centre stage dans le salon with the monotone questioning of "going anywhere nice on holiday this year?" "Do you live in *****?" "Is it your day off work?" When I go to the hairdressers...of which I do, as it just so happens, every 3 months (roots darling!) I do not want to talk at all...I just want to read all the free magazines, relax and for the hairdresser to focus completely on my barnet and give me the much needed make over. So back on the back seat with Mr Driver I tell him I'm on an internet date with a total stranger. He is amazed that I am single and wants to know more about the internet dating experience. Just as an aside why the fuck is everyone so amazed that I am single? If it is that unfathomable...why am I still single? It seems there is still that stigma that single equals psycho or single equals issues or single equals bunny boiler. Single may just mean selective! Single could well mean happy in oneself. Single means self sufficient (ok I'm pushing it there...HSBC will vouch for that one!!! And the lady at the local garage who gives me the knowing look of debt desperation when I rock in to procure blue £100,000 scratchcards and always promise her if I win I'll be back to give her £££!! Anyhoo, back to that back seat...I tell him I've been on 40+ dates and give him a witty snap shot of some of the weird, wild and wonderful liaisons to date. We are having quite a laugh me and Mr Driver...he maintains a lingering eye contact in the rear view mirror I notice and I can only really see his eyes which are warm and friendly. Anyway as the journey comes to an end Mr Driver tells me that I look really nice...a compliment. He also says that he would love to take me out on a date. Whaaaaaaaaaat? I have a date on the way to a date...new one on me. Still searching as objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are...oh yes Meatloaf! Comments Comments are closed. |