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The CS has previously mentioned that the sun has been shining down up on him while dodging traffic and the occaisional flying bullets on these city streets. Recently, I got caught up in another promising road side fiasco, this time with a slight twist.
It started harmlessly enough...a small rather inconspicuous car darting through some light traffic, cutting people off in the process. No problem...until of course it was my turn.
As it sped by, I noticed an insanely attractive girl looking straight ahead and flying down the street as if on a mission to piss off as many people as possible. Well, I couldn't let that lie...a mixture of "Type A" personality and a desire for a little mischief took over.
I was in the lane beside her on a three-lane thoroughfare and was intent on pissing her off right back. As we were side by side, I sped up so she couldn't pass and would get stuck behind the car in front of her. She was forced to slow down, but in a rather professional maneuver, she swerved in to the other lane and blew passed the car in front of her and then me.
This continued for a few good miles as the traffic was relatively light and we both seemed to have the desire to play with each other. I would dodge and pass...she would reciprocate right back with some risky moves and pass me right by. After a number of close calls, and a few smiles, we proceeded further with our street racing shenanigans. A model of maturity it was not...but fun nonetheless.
Now at 60 mph's is difficult to figure out exactly what you're getting. But after exchanging glances several times, this girl was just stunning. Straight jet black hair, olive skin, beautiful cheek bones, what appeared to be a slight chin dimple, and the biggest baby blue eyes I had seen in some time. She could have been quasi-moto from the neck down, but with such a fine start, I hardly thought that God would play such a cruel joke with the rest of her.
At one point, I finally seemed to get the better of her and bolted right by, all the while looking in the rear view mirror and hoping she would catch up. Instead, she turned onto a side street and disappeared.
Although not usually the CS's style, her sheer hotness would not let me let it go without knowing more. I wasnt sure exactly which street she turned on, and although I remembered her exactly, I didn't remember the exact model of her car. Whatever the case, her attributes flashed in front of me as I flipped a bitch to see if I could find her.
I drove to where she turned hoping that she would either be walking or coming out of her car. Instead, every car looked similar and there was no sign of her. After a few moments, I noticed a car that looked like hers ...but I wasn't sure. A few thoughts and images crossed my mind as I got out of my car and left a brief note on the windshield...leaving a smart ass comment and just enough info for her to know who I was, along with my cell number. Was it her car...? I didn't know. But she was hot and it was worth a shot...though visions of an old witch discovering the note and calling to either chew me out or for a late night hook-up,did pop through my head.
Having forgotten about the episode altogether, five days later I get a call from "Jamie." Typical response time for these parts. The CS was pleasantly surprised...he got it right after all.
