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post-Valentine

tirebiter

Well-Known Member
Four days after Valentine's Day....

It's a ride from a big condo in Falls Church to Georgetown.
A girl hops in, I give the usual "Hihowareyou....Wisconsin Ave?" and off we go.
She starts talking and is friendly.
She's on her way to her cousin's wedding afterparty, bowling.

I can tell from something she said that she is an Uber newbie.

She's doing all the talking, telling me her story, a little about
her family. Usually she goes to these kinds of things with her brother,
but he can't make this one. She doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment.
She's 31. (I look in the mirror and notice that she's not a young girl like I saw
in my glance at her getting in the car. She is good looking! Younger than me.)

She is originally from CT and I've been up there; she was high school friends
with the son of the owner of my favorite restaurant in her neck of the woods!
We agree that they have the best pickles, even though he rear-ended her car once.

She's very personable. She's pretty. She seems nice.
I like the way she talks about her large but close family.
I like her.

As I'm dropping her off, we're still chatting. I turn around to face her.
We re-introduce ourselves. She tells me her real name (a variation on her Uber name).
She takes my hands in hers. There is gazing.
"I'll be out of here in about an hour. That's all I'm going to last."
It feels like we're old friends.
"I really really hope that YOU can pick me up then. That it will be...you?"

I want to give her my cell number or something.
God, I hope it will be us, too!
I am duty-bound not to hit on customers, ever, says Uber.
I hesitate, mind racing to comprehend the situation.
She runs away to her party before I can say, "It doesn't work that way..."

All night I drive, my mind on her. I know that going to Georgetown and
sitting in front of the place waiting all night won't work; crazy thoughts.

Six hours later I am turning in for the night.
Stars in my account, I'm sure, but I cannot see the stars tonight,
for even though the sky is clear,
my heart is cloudy.
 

SEAL Team 5

Well-Known Member
Four days after Valentine's Day....

It's a ride from a big condo in Falls Church to Georgetown.
A girl hops in, I give the usual "Hihowareyou....Wisconsin Ave?" and off we go.
She starts talking and is friendly.
She's on her way to her cousin's wedding afterparty, bowling.

I can tell from something she said that she is an Uber newbie.

She's doing all the talking, telling me her story, a little about
her family. Usually she goes to these kinds of things with her brother,
but he can't make this one. She doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment.
She's 31. (I look in the mirror and notice that she's not a young girl like I saw
in my glance at her getting in the car. She is good looking! Younger than me.)

She is originally from CT and I've been up there; she was high school friends
with the son of the owner of my favorite restaurant in her neck of the woods!
We agree that they have the best pickles, even though he rear-ended her car once.

She's very personable. She's pretty. She seems nice.
I like the way she talks about her large but close family.
I like her.

As I'm dropping her off, we're still chatting. I turn around to face her.
We re-introduce ourselves. She tells me her real name (a variation on her Uber name).
She takes my hands in hers. There is gazing.
"I'll be out of here in about an hour. That's all I'm going to last."
It feels like we're old friends.
"I really really hope that YOU can pick me up then. That it will be...you?"

I want to give her my cell number or something.
God, I hope it will be us, too!
I am duty-bound not to hit on customers, ever, says Uber.
I hesitate, mind racing to comprehend the situation.
She runs away to her party before I can say, "It doesn't work that way..."

All night I drive, my mind on her. I know that going to Georgetown and
sitting in front of the place waiting all night won't work; crazy thoughts.

Six hours later I am turning in for the night.
Stars in my account, I'm sure, but I cannot see the stars tonight,
for even though the sky is clear,
my heart is cloudy.
Yikes! Some people have only one chance to meet someone special. If your feelings are as strong as you just posted then you should go chase her. By the way, screw Uber's rules on "hitting" on customers.
If you remember where you picked her up and she offered her real name to you then go buy a dozen roses in a cheap vase (should get some good deals this close after Valentine's Day) with a card and place it on her doorstep.
You never want to say what if. The worst that will happen is that she'll call you and thank you for the flowers.
 
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