Yesterday's deprecating behavior was truly nauseating. I hate how some people can really make me turn into someone I'm not. Thanks to all those who listened. GAME OVER.
So all I really needed to do to feel better was get back in Otto. His summer wheels really make him money. How did I forget that we're the shit?
Last night on the Post Road in Fairfield I spotted a beautiful Passat W8. I assumed it would be some old guy, but I caught up to him at a red light anyway and took my chances and flashed a big smile. Quite a cutie smiled back. We drove through several more green lights together and at the next red he pulled up next to me and beeped. I rolled down the window.
W8: "Those are beautiful wheels. Did you get them from the dealer?"
337: "Thanks. This is a 337. It came this way stock."
W8: "Wow. Nice."
337: "I luuuvvv your W8. I'm very jealous."
W8: "Thanks. Hey, you wanna race?"
337: "Riiight."
Then the light changed to green and we played tag down the Post Road for another mile or two until he turned away and I beeped bye-bye.
Kitty is right. Car flirting is the best ever.
GAME ON!