Yay! I made it to Friday!! Congrats to all of you who did as well!!
Okay, anyways,
the other day I was riding in the car
(Kissyface was driving me to Chipotle)
and I look over and this guy is waiting at the same light we are.
He’s a couple years younger than me, but he’s pretty handsome.
And he has this great smile.
And he’s dancing.
Yes. He was dancing in his car. At a stoplight.
So then he looks over at me, keeps dancing, raises his eyebrows and widens his grin, like, “care to join me??”
And I can’t help it, I’m cracking up.
And he just smiles bigger when he sees me laughing.
Still dancing.
So Kris is trying to figure out the reason for my random outburst of giggles (not exactly an unusual event) and he’s like, “What??”
And I’m laughing so hard, but I say, “That guy’s dancing! He’s dancing.”
But by this time, the light has changed and we’re driving again and
I’ve lost sight of my dancing buddy.
But then, right before we turn into Chipotle I see him.
Still dancing.
And he smiles at me again, like, “I’m cool, and I’m perfectly confident enough to dance in my car and not care who sees me.”
And yeah, maybe it was kinda weird. But it was more…I don’t know. Fun. Free. Random.
So I think I want to be like that.
And I’m pretty sure that guy needs to wind up in one of my stories.
Have a beautiful weekend. I dare you to dance in your car at a stoplight.
Love,
M♥lly
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