I spent a few hours this afternoon with a rather (despite his protests to the contrary) pragmatic accquaintance of mine. He picked me up from the airport, as a matter of fact.
It is about an hour from the airport to the little college town my mother (and now I) reside in on a good day, and there was quite a bit of traffic, humidity, and a total lack of air conditioning. Seeing as how I have spent the last week or so of my time in vehicles under the same basic conditions, I resigned myself to it. My accquaintance took it in stride as well.
We stop for drinks; some cool, refreshing, strawberry grape concoction for me, vitamin juice (yeah; ewww) for him.
I sit there and watch him as our conversation waxes and wanes, and I think: This man could care if I live or die, metaphorically and socially speaking. Yet here we are, politely delving into sex, skirting delicately around politics, exchanging the odd sarcastic commentary on the driver in front of us (or our own peculiarities).
I sat languidly for the duration of the ride, and then locked the door after his departure. It is unfortunate that I enjoy his company, I think.
After all, my mom paid him a full day's work for the ride.
10:04 p.m. - 2001-07-25
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