Sex and the Highway..the start of true short stories
Car "Facts"
You've seen it. You walked around it. Checked the interior. The mileage is low, the price is good. Then you own it. And drive it. And bit by bit it falls apart. Then you realize you've been duped. The New Old Car.
You know this story. This is a revisit to Boy.
"I finally got a new car. Its a black grand Prix. It's used but it looks awesome and it was a good price" He says.
"That's awesome!" I reply.
"It'll help with driving from manhattan to work in farmingdale everyday..I don't have to worry as much"
"uh-huh."
Cars are boxes on wheels to me, but i tried to reflect as much interest as possible. The first of fake outs.
I liked him. It was 2003. But I was with someone as was he, so I knew the most we could do was "run to the end of the leash and bark".(Ctsy of Jeff Dunham)
He watched the decline of my relationship. He left the job before his relationship ended. In 2004 we got back in touch and had some mild flirtations being we were both single. 2005 we made it official as a couple. I was in a cast, couldn't do much, but it was nice having him around. For a minute.
You see, on the outside it seemed like a nice package. Put together well, job, car, good family, goals, school...but the last mechanic fucked it up. Jealous, controlling ways started to creep in early.
"You shouldn't wear red nail polish" He said examining my bare fingernails one day. "if you do a color do a french manicure or a light color..same goes for lipstick"
"We're gonna do a work out plan together. I'll keep pushin you and you keep pushin me"
"I'm gonna come to see you. I don't want to go to the city. I always see my normal crew and I just want to get away."
"I'll get us dinner from here. You'll like it"
"You shouldn't get anymore tattoos...you know in my religion they don't approve"
WHAT?
By me selecting this used vehicle off the street, i was not obligated into any contract by any means.
Obviously he wasnt aware.
He made my tiny home his. Spilling food, drinks, drinking from the bottle, inviting himself over...and I slowly started to realize I was his getway, not his girl. I was the one who wasn't close to home..where he could go to relax. and not worry about cleaning up.
And I learned he had a lot of growing up to do from the inside out. The girls he was with earlier, were still in his life, over his family's house chillin with his mom everyday, yet he was apprehensive about me meeting his parents.
I should've gotten my car facts about this first. Cause I would've realized there were accidents on there. Maybe a few fender benders, but enough to cause the oil to leak, the gas to smell, the tires to need rotation. It was too much work and exhausting physically and emotionally to be with him for what I though he was. I just wanted something cool to keep me going with out any more problems. instead it was just more repairs each time.
Next time i'll go with someone reputable, who doesn't try to mask the problems, who just lays it all out on thr front line and starts new with me. And someone whos liscensed.
Currently, I have my facts straight . But I'm not up to that chapter yet....