this morning #1677.
this morning, while i sat at my desk trying to respond to an email about the latest inane initiative my department was working on, my mind was off elsewhere. off trying to think the best way to ask the woman who’d hit my car out on another date. “can we keep the insurance companies out of this?” she’d said. “let me buy you a drink & see how i can fix this.” never one to turn down a free drink, i accepted & after work we met at a snooty ass wine bar. her choice. over the phone, she sounded sort of manly. in person though, her voice was actually raspy. coming out of her five-foot frame, it was sexy. we came to an agreement about the damage. made a cash transaction. had a second drink. pretty sure we clicked…i think.