So I was driving back south today when I saw this white BMW 520i going really fast on the left most lane.
I was on the right most lane.
Next thing I know, he's right behind me, trying to make me move so he could overtake.
I have these moods when I drive.
Some days I'd let the person behind me go.
And then some days I don't.
Today I was feeling a little, generous, shall we say, so I obliged and let him overtake.
And as soon as I moved to the left lane, he followed suit right behind.
-.-
It took three moves to realize that he was actually playing with me.
And he was smooth.
So smooth.
He'd always let me overtake when he was on the left lane, then come close behind me, then come next to me and move in front of me, play with his signal lights just to tease, then move behind me again.
Usually I don't bother to reciprocate. There have been a few times where I've had Myvis try to race and stuff like that but I'd always stick to the left lane until they disappeared.
Somehow today I decided to go along with it and honestly it was one of the best drives back south to date.
I turned to look at the driver after some time and when I did...
Ohmygod.
He was in shades (like I was) and he had his hair slicked back. The kind of hair that said 'hey look at me I'm hot and I drive a big car'' or just think Harvey Specter. That kind of slick.
And he was Chinese. Not that it makes any difference to you except that I've got yellow fever AHEM.
Holy mother of akjdbfahsf.
And he was holding the steering wheel with just one hand. With just his left hand.
And he was looking at me.
Bloody hell.
We passed a couple of rest areas along the way and he actually slowed down at two, going to the left most lane, putting his left signal. The first time he did it I thought he was up to something so I didn't follow. I stuck on the right lane and tried not to smile like an idiot. But then he did it a second time and when I didn't follow after him he came beside my car again.
This went on for about two hours until I had to take my exit.
Now I wonder what would've happened if I'd stopped.
If this was a movie, we'd have had coffee at one of the rest stops and exchanged numbers.
Or.
He'd trace my number plate and end up calling mom (since the car is under her name) and then get to me.
Sigh.
A girl can dream, right?
F**k though he was so damn HOTTTTT.
I was on the right most lane.
Next thing I know, he's right behind me, trying to make me move so he could overtake.
I have these moods when I drive.
Some days I'd let the person behind me go.
And then some days I don't.
Today I was feeling a little, generous, shall we say, so I obliged and let him overtake.
And as soon as I moved to the left lane, he followed suit right behind.
-.-
It took three moves to realize that he was actually playing with me.
And he was smooth.
So smooth.
He'd always let me overtake when he was on the left lane, then come close behind me, then come next to me and move in front of me, play with his signal lights just to tease, then move behind me again.
Usually I don't bother to reciprocate. There have been a few times where I've had Myvis try to race and stuff like that but I'd always stick to the left lane until they disappeared.
Somehow today I decided to go along with it and honestly it was one of the best drives back south to date.
I turned to look at the driver after some time and when I did...
Ohmygod.
He was in shades (like I was) and he had his hair slicked back. The kind of hair that said 'hey look at me I'm hot and I drive a big car'' or just think Harvey Specter. That kind of slick.
And he was Chinese. Not that it makes any difference to you except that I've got yellow fever AHEM.
Holy mother of akjdbfahsf.
And he was holding the steering wheel with just one hand. With just his left hand.
And he was looking at me.
Bloody hell.
We passed a couple of rest areas along the way and he actually slowed down at two, going to the left most lane, putting his left signal. The first time he did it I thought he was up to something so I didn't follow. I stuck on the right lane and tried not to smile like an idiot. But then he did it a second time and when I didn't follow after him he came beside my car again.
This went on for about two hours until I had to take my exit.
Now I wonder what would've happened if I'd stopped.
If this was a movie, we'd have had coffee at one of the rest stops and exchanged numbers.
Or.
He'd trace my number plate and end up calling mom (since the car is under her name) and then get to me.
Sigh.
A girl can dream, right?
F**k though he was so damn HOTTTTT.
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