pink cadillac

So shiny on the lot. You can see yourself riding down the highway with the sartorially correct long hair so it can blow through the wind. The envious looks all the guys give you when you pull up in front of the corner store to pick up (again sartorially correct) a pack of smokes. But do they know that you have to stick your hand out of the window to signal left? Or that you have to let your passenger in first so they can let you in, or crawl across the passenger side to get to the drivers seat?

Do you really know what you're getting into?

It could be criminal to compare humans to cars, some type of cruel guy-speak cliché, but I'm going on a blind date on Saturday, and I'm worried. He just seems, well, so nice. I'm worried if he really knows what he's getting into. I mean my shock seemed to be accurately concealed when he told me he'd never really passed out drunk. And he's not boring-nice (from what I gathered in our lengthy conversation last night), which is good.

Because boring-nice is the worst of the worst- usually ending up as the other half of a suburban couple, who's big thrill of the month is going out to a movie (probably a Will Smith tearjerker) and maybe a drink after, but most likely before, so they can lightly pet each other during the show and pretend they're still teenagers and that was, of course, one of the most rebellious things they've done. They still live in the same town they grew up in and have no intention of leaving. "A vacation to Mexico? That's dangerous. We might get killed or, even worse, contract Hepatitis C from an ice cube."

I digress. Already, i'm foreshadowing way too far into what might be exactly like my last blind date: A 40 minute snooze fest, where not even booze could distract me from the 'Jaws'- like soundtrack racing through my mind, and the sense of impending doom that if I stuck around any longer I might be inadvertantly lead down the path to suburban hell.

So, I shall tune up the pink caddie for Saturday and be on my best behavior.
And now, three things I'm grateful for in the last 24 hours:
1. "Blame it on the scotch?" "Yeah that nectar d'or sure leads you astray." Aaaaand closure.
2. Coconut Records is making me happy today. Thanks tips.
3. That 'family friend' is such a broad and ambiguous word.