Make Out in the Car

I was dating this man.

For our third date, I asked what’s on the agenda? He asked me to think of something to do for our next date.

Well, being the creative little thing that I am, I thought of more than a dozen things, including hiking in the dark, wrestling, salsa dancing, camping out in the backyard dressing up as boys and girls scouts, among other things.

I also included “making out in the car.”

Humm, a male is a male. Of course, he jumped and took up that offer. In his words, “do some exploration in the back seat.”

I have never done that and he said he has never done that as well, so we figured that it would be fun.

After a lovely and sumptuous dinner, we, two amateurs with exhileration and apprehension, embarked on an exciting journey.

He said, “where to?”

I said, “get on the freeway first.”

Then, I thought hahaha perhaps we could go to a small shopping mall on the way. With trees it might be secluded. As we were approaching the mall, oh no, I realized it was very well-lid. I never noticed before just how bright mall gets illuminated.

Normally, if I were shopping there at night, I would welcome such safety environment.  But now that we were on the other side of the coin, that posed a problem.

So, we drove on.

Another mall came up on our right, we said, “nah, nah, too bright.”

Again, we drove on some more.

Then he said he knows of one little, kind of isolated, resting place along the way so he headed there.

Sure enough, it was a little road detoured from the main road. A few cars were parked there. He parked the car, then proceeded to take out blankets from the trunk.  After assessing the compacted space in the back seat of his sports car, we concluded it would be really cramped, if at all possible.

So we went back to the front seat.

I took off my boots and settled down, gazing up. Wow, there were all these twinkle little stars here and there as I peeked out from the moon roof. It was really pretty and romantic. It was also so deadly quiet and dark; the only light is from the moon, and the only sound is from the breeze.

I asked, “what are the cars doing here?”

He said, “they are here for what we came for.”

Well, dumb of me to ask. But hey, I saw no one in the car and heard no sound whatsoever. What were they doing, I wonder?

At that point, I felt kinda weird knowing there were audiences around, even though they probably couldn’t care less about what we were about to do.

Sign, I said, “let’s go to your place.”

So much for our naughty intentions.

We never did what we set out to do that time. We did eventually, but that is another story.

If you asked: what is the lesson to be learned here?

For one, it is not the outcome, but the journey itself.

We were like little kids climbing our first tree. It was that childlike, exploring spirit that is so appealing.

That was one of my memorable dates.

My advice to you couples.  Next time as you are driving home, make a detour and have some fun snuggling in the back seat.  You’ll love it!