Cars cars cars cars
Mr ICC has just gotten a company vehicle to drive for his work. It's an old van like vehicle that has problems going up steep slopes unless you turn off the air-conditioning and radio. It rattles loudly inside too so it's hard for me to hear him or even the radio, given my hearing condition.
However, I never actually had a bf who drives. Or correction, has a regular vehicle on their hand. Dates yes. Fucks yes. But bfs no. Mr BIG doesn't drive. A.B. doesn't drive either. Mr R can drive but doesn't have a vehicle. So Mr ICC is the first bf I ever had who drives actively now, and thus I'm like a kid who just discovered the candy store.
I'll be forever thinking up of outlandish places so far from the West side that he'll groan. He doesn't really like places in the North area because that means I have to take a train up to meet him at Woodlands so he can pick me up. He doesn't like that because he doesn't want me to do that. Awwww...
However I noticed he is quite the road rager. He cusses quite regularly now thanks to my influence, but even more so when he is behind the steering wheel! I was quite surprised actually and I'm glad that the vehicle is an old one so he can't go too fast without the annoying BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
On another note, having very few experiences with guys who drives, I didn't realise finding PARKING SPACE IS SUCH A GODDAMN HASSLE!!!!! Seriously we can literally spend 40 minutes looking or waiting for available lots to park!!! I am at my most irritable during that as I glare angrily around the parking lot. SO MANY BLOODY CARS EVERYWHERE!!!!! It doesn't help that we are usually hungry at that time as we drive around to eat. Shopping malls are one of the worst places to find parking, and I fantasied telling him why don't we take public transport then!
LOL okay I lied about that last sentence.