I first noticed you last summer, walking along Marine Drive with a dog and swinging a baton. you caught my eye and I began to think about you all day long. Your body was superb and the way you had a total disregard for those around you (lost in your own world) struck my fancy.

For whatever reason, your daily walk coincided with my drive home from work. I thought about stopping, but instead decided to give my car horn a light tap. It became a routine… I would look for you on my way home and tap my horn a few times to let you know I was there. As the winter approached and the evening light grew shorter, I started to flash my lights at you, as well as tapping the horn.

I’m not sure if you notice, but I hope that you do. It’s my way of saying that I think you’re beautiful and interesting. One of these times, I will hopefully get the nerve to pull the car over in the dark of night to introduce myself to you. I’ll let you know that it was I who has been honking his horn and flashing his lights at you for almost a year.

I imagine that we’ll hit it off, and if I allow myself to really dream, I can even see us both walking your route, hand in hand with that dog playing in distance, watching the sunset as we anticipate a night of lovemaking. Until then…

10 replies on “Freeway of Love”

  2. What do you do when people on the road piss you off? Do you write them love letters, or whatever is the opposite of weird ass vehicular harassment and borderline rapey behavior?

  4. This post is a narcissistic fantasy, but we all have those, I guess. I’m far more intrigued by the varying assumptions in these comments about the genders of IA and IA’s object of desire.

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