To any random romantic,

I was living on the edge, driving with one hand and eating an orgasm inducing raw almond butter and agave sandwich in the other. As I took the the final bite and tongued the last bit of sweet stickiness off the tip of my index finger I met eyes with a handsome blonde man driving an expensive sports on the lane to my right. We locked eyes and I was instantly awkward; I giggled and shifted my gaze. From that moment we began a twenty-minute game of him trying to get my attention and me blushing with laughter. The drive was full of slow moving traffic; he was constantly looking back at me and switching lanes to get my attention. I was almost certain he was going to cause an accident. Finally, his efforts paid off and he we were now stopped at a red light, our cars parked in perfect parallel. He flashed me a flirty smile, ran his left hand through his thick blonde hair and signaled me to roll down my window. I did. “Hi, I think you have the most beautiful smile. What’s your name?” “Allyson.” “Hi, Allyson…my name is David.” The conversation went back and fourth like this for a minute, until I put my right hand on the steering wheel. “What’s that ring on your finger?” “I’m married.” I’m not married, but I freaked out because I knew he was going to ask for my number. Luckily, I wear a diamond encrusted gold ring on my wedding finger, so he believed me. “Oh, wow… he must be some lucky guy. Really, I love your smile. He picked out a unique ring.” “Thank you, yes he’s wonderful, it’s vintage.” And just like that, I rolled up my window and our driving dalliance came to closure.

Hello and goodbye,
The Naked Vegan