
It was raining a little bit, but nothing unmanageable. There was already a girl in the car with him.
Trying not to lie, I said, "Actually, I rather enjoy the walk, but thank you." In my head I was screaming, "Foolish girl!!! Get out of that car! What would your mother say??!!"
SPG replies, "Yeah, but it's raining."
"I'll be fine. Thank you."
The only other time a stranger has rolled down his window and asked me a question, I was six or seven. My friend Brandy and I were walking home from the pool when a similar sedan pulled up alongside us with a pantsless man inside who asked me for directions and showed me his penis. I yelled, "NO!!!", grabbed Brandy's arm and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction of the car.
Needless to say, even though I'm now twenty-five and living in a more affluent neighborhood, I don't intend to ever get into a stranger's car unless I am accompanied by a strapping young bodybuilder. What was that crazy girl thinking?
1 comment:
Wow, a friend and I were just talking about all the crazy things women have to worry about that wouldn't even occur to a guy. If it was raining, and some guy pulled up next to me and asked me if I wanted a lift, I'd hop in without hesitation.
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