September 09, 2003

Looking back, what most impressed me about her during our first meeting was her natural defensive-driving skills. Our first date followed the typical high-school script: eat at Denny's (but this time without the friends who introduced you), only one of us can drive, so she did since she was a year (felt like a lifetime) older than I was. On the way there she was driving and I was small-talking when two grown men in a pickup truck came over into our lane while looking at a house over to their left. She swerved off the road into someone's yard while honking the horn. They heard her just in time to move back over so that she could come back onto the road before the yard ended and we hit a telephone pole and fire hydrant on the corner.

She hadn't been driving long, but she reacted the right way and saved her car and us without breaking a sweat. How she reacted afterward was a little different:

You stupid motherfucker! Fuck you you stupid piece of shit! That's right, you better not look over here you fucking dumbass or you'll swerve and almost kill somebody else!

She started shaking and cried a little after it sunk in. If I were to ask her about it now, she would probably get a little worked up - she is still mad really - but if it happened again we would probably be safe.

September 9, 2003 01:08 PM