Confessions of A Naughty Girl

The Road To The Airport Is Paved and Littered With People From the Past

So, I thought that for the first time in at least six months, I could sneak home for a weekend without running into anyone that I used to date. So I didn't go out at all, I stayed close to Barnes & Noble, and played it low key.

But apparently Jesus likes to play tricks on me, because as I was in the car with my dad on the way to the airport to catch my flight back, we drove behind a nice Honda and my dad commented that it's a really nice car and that I should look into getting myself one, as the Pathfinder has gotten a little beaten up here in the city (last summer, I got into a bender, had my bumper knocked off, cracked my windshield, and had a tail light knocked out - within the span of one month). I agreed, admiring the beauty of this car...and looked up to see the one - the only - original Jerry Maguire, behind the wheel of said car. Awesome. Thankfully, I don't think he saw me, or else that just would have been strange. What do you do - do you wave across lanes? Honk? Roll down the window and say hi? Ew. Weird.

And you people think I'm kidding when I joke that I can't walk five feet without running into someone who has seen me without clothing. It's really not that I've dated many people - I think the number is still under both hands and feet (that's 20, for those of you who are trying to figure out how many that really is). I just have a knack for running into people. It's just some sort of divine punishment for being young and wanting to go out and have fun with people, or "stupid assholes", as my dad might call them.

posted by KA @ 10:58 PM