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August 05, 2007
I've Still Got It
Mark your calendar, dear reader, for it is truly a momentous day in the life of Ms. Write Again Soon. Approximately 45 minutes ago I was asked out on a date. By whom, you might ask?
By a boy who—while in military uniform—is almost certainly too young to buy alcohol, and who probably only needs to shave once a week.
A boy who checked my ID last night when I arrived home at 2 a.m. and proclaimed that I was "mighty chipper" for it being so late. A boy who followed up that comment with "ma'am, I'm not hitting on you or nothing, but we should exchange phone numbers so we can go out sometime. I'm new here, see, just up from Texas."
A boy who just now announced that there was a drag race up in Annapolis later this week and I should go. A boy who proudly informed me that he has TWO cars, a Mustang and a Chevelle. (Just in case you were wondering, he will only be racing the Mustang.)
While this would have been a noteworthy encounter, what made it REALLY special was that tonight I was in the passenger seat of Ms. ADA's car. She was dropping me off at home and got to witness the exchange, proclaiming afterwards that he looks about 12, and I should really consider it. I believe there might have been sarcasm in that last part, but it was hard to tell because of her hysterical laughter all the way to my doorstep.
Anyway, I think I might have to drive by the security gate once more, so that I can pull him side and whisper into his ear when you're hitting on a girl who is obviously older than you, you probably shouldn't call her ma'am.
Even so, let's not forget the larger lesson here: I've Still Got It.
Comments
regardless of his age, it does feel damn good, doesn't it? i would have driven through twice in the same night. ;)
Posted by: kris at August 5, 2007 10:11 PM
If you need some back-up I for one would LOVE to go see some Annapolis drag racing.
Posted by: Elizabeth at August 6, 2007 09:34 AM
While you captured it quite well, you did leave out one delightful bit:
As I handed over my drivers license and Ms. WAS's military ID, so he could clearly see my intention was not to cause mass destruction on base, he said in his most Southern Caucasian Ghetto Drawl (with corresponding hand gestures and posturing mimicking an old Run DMC video) " V.I.P., huh!?"
This posturing was followed by him leaning into my driver's side window as far as decorum would dictate, so he could soak up every visible ounce of Ms. WAS before launching into his drag race proposition.
The thought of Ms. WAS cruising up to Annapolis in a Mustang to watch her young buck drag race continues to make me smile.
Posted by: ada at August 6, 2007 03:20 PM
