Hitting on Girls in Cars

I check out girls constantly while I am driving. One day it may get me in an accident. One day it may get me laid. Yes, the first outcome is far likelier. I drove home from my parents house today, and between Baltmore and DC I spotted a shiny new red Mazda3, an extremely sexy car. In fact, the only reason I am ended up with my current car (02 Accord V6) is that I went to a dealer to check out a 3 and they had this car for a much better deal. But I digress. Hot chick.

As I began to lust after the car my thoughts naturally turned to its occupant. I noticed a sorority sticker across the back window and pulled up alongside to see if the girl was cute/alone. Yes/yes. Not way too hot either (this would have spelled my doom as surely as a meathead riding shotgun). And so it was that I began to ponder the logistics of hitting on a girl while driving 75 mph down I95. Something I had never attempted before; but hey, it would make a good story for my blog! Obviously a sign was the way to go, so I prepared my weapon.

Best of all, it wasn’t even a lie! This was stage one of the plan. On the reverse, I wrote “DC?” and if things progressed in a positive manner the last step was to be “#?”. I know, I am a master. Anyway, I pulled up alongside after a few minutes of circling/pondering. First thing I see, she has a piece of paper in her hand. This is too good to be true! I show her my sign, she smiles at me and mouths “thanks,” and then pulls away for good. Either the paper said “Fuck off” or she was just checking her directions. Or maybe it was the fact that my sign looked like it was written in blood.  Ahh well.

I would love to hear your story if you’ve ever picked up a girl like this.

girl from awkward e-mail wrote back. She has been really busy. I actually believe this, since she is a doctoral candidate. She would like to see some jazz sometime, but nothing more specific than this. I am hopeful!