Part II of Part II Santa Monica Date... August 2009

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 25, 2019

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....Anyways, I just realized I'm not writing what I set out to write about. I was hoping to talk about my date, if you want to call it that from Saturday night. I guess, I've pretty much said everything about my weekend except for my date Saturday night. Actually, I did work Sunday morning and I showered at least two or three times this weekend.  So Saturday night, I was supposed to be there around 8. But since I didn't leave the gym until around 6:45 or 7 I knew I was going to have a hard time getting there on time. By the time I finished showering it was about seven already. I thought that would've given me enough time to be there by eight. But I stopped off to get some gas also. And Saturday night was pretty hot so I went inside the gas station and I looked around for something to drink. But it seemed like things were more expensive these days. There was a lady standing ordering a subway sandwich inside the gas station. Apparently some of the gas stations have subway stores. And her kid was running back and forth. At one point I thought he was going to run into me and I'd get upset over it. But she eventually made him stop. And I ended up not buying any drink. I thought everything was too pricey. And then by the time I went back outside my tank was completely full. It was about $26 to fill up my tank. But I already had some gas in my car. Just probably not enough to go and come back to Santa Monica. And I was thinking I didn't want to stop for gas on the way back, I'd be too tired. So by the time I got gas and was on the freeway it was about 7:15. I didn't think I would make it there in time. So I was kind of trying to speed. I may have felt a little in a rush and impatient. I was thinking, "why the hell is this car going so slow... move out of the way." But of course, it's not good to have these feelings of impatience. I especially didn't want to have these feelings when I arrive to meet up with the woman. So I was trying to convince myself to relax and take it easy. And I was driving in the fast lane. But the fast lane was going about 70 or so. There might have been some cars up ahead that were slowing down traffic. Sometimes, I would switch over lanes and then speed ahead and then jump back in the fast lane. But each time, I would catch up to a car that I wasn't able to past. And I didn't really want to get a speeding ticket. That would've made the whole experience not worth it. And even at one point there was a police car right next to me. I was about ready to pass it. There was a Gardena police truck and a police car trailing right behind it. I don't think they can ticket for speeding on the freeway, but I wasn't going to risk it. So I slowed down to about 65 or 70. I made sure I was going slower than them. And they jumped right in front of me to pass some of the slower traffic. But before that, before Gardena, I had to pass through some of Long Beach and the Willmington exit. And that's kind of a sad exit for me. There was this lady, a slightly older lady, I was kind of seeing for about six months. She would drive all the way down from where she lived in Long Beach just to visit me. Sometimes, we would be intimate. Other times it was more casual. But she drove all that way. One time I asked her what exist she has to take and she told me the name. And then one other time when I was flying out of LAX we were texting each other back and forth, this is before I knew I had limited texting, and I was driving by the Willmington exit or actually where she was working off the Harbor freeway. And I would text, "I'm driving by right now... " and she would say, "I'm blowing you a kiss or waving.. I forgot what she said. And then I said, "l see you. there you are." And it was just a funny kind of moment. And now that we don't talk anymore, it's kind of sad to think back on that. Plus, knowing that she had to drive all that way to see me. And for what? So I have to wonder, why she drove all that way. For a lousy lover?  So when I drove by that exit and the harbor freeway, there was a kind of sadness in my heart. Like being punched in the stomach and I would clutch over. And at the time the sun was setting on this hot summer day. To my left the sky was already turning gray with night but further ahead, further west I'm guessing, the sky was still orange. And it was the orange of a hot summer's day and probably from the fires that burned not too far away. And the silhouettes of the palm trees added to feel of a hot summer's night. And then as I drove further away from my comfort zone, my element, I started to get that feeling of home sickness. There was that little voice in my head that said, "why am I doing this?" But of course the answer is obvious. . .. a Woman. I was driving all this way for a woman. And I knew what it would lead to. So the excitement pulled me forward through the hot summer's night. And at this point it was close to 8. I tried reaching for my phone so I could text her I was running late. It was completely dark at this point or maybe there was just the lightest touch of gray touching the sky. And the moon was slightly more than half. Earlier she gave me her number in case I was running late to text her. I took down her number right before I left. I scribbled it on a piece of torn paper. So I reached into my pocket while I was driving and pulled it out. And I took out my phone and started trying to type in the text. It was dangerous driving at such a high rate of speed and texting. I was thinking about the train conductor who supposedly was texting when he did something and caused this great big train accident. I was trying to be extra careful, but I could feel my car swerve into the next lane. Eventually I punched in the number and the message, "I’m running a little late. . . should be there in 10 minutes." But then after I press send, I get a message back saying the number I entered was missing a digit. I looked down to see if I put in the wrong area code and corrected it. And then I pressed send again. . . but there wasn't any response after a few minutes. I was thinking, maybe she was tied up or I thought it might have been the wrong number I entered. I checked the number and sure enough. I entered the wrong number. So I thought, "somebody got a text and they had no idea what it was about.. .."

 

To be continued...

 


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