By then end of this, you may think that Leon's a bit of an ass, or that I'm an idiot. I'm fine with either one. Or both.
My parents have not yet met my current beau. I'm 19. He's almost 27. (I totally had to throw that in there!) It was the pre-cell-phone-in-every-pocket era. No way to reach their beloved only daughter. Let's also be sure everyone knows that I went against everything I believed in and was on this second date with guy I met in a bar.
We climb into Leon's jeep. He starts to drive. He won't tell me where we're going.
He heads out of town.
I'm starting to get nervous.
If you read yesterday's post, during the letter to myself, I mentioned that there were times when, even if I thought my life were at risk, I would not. do. anything. Nada. Nuthin'! I wouldn't want to humiliate myself, or worse yet, embarrass the person I was accusing, just in case I were wrong. I'm so not smart.
Where was I? Oh, yes.
Ass was driving this poor scared girl out of town. Being very secretive.
He turns off the highway onto a dark narrow road. Do you see where this is going?
Good. So did I. I envisioned the whole terrible scene. My naked ravaged body (okay, so I threw that in for fun) would be found in three days, completely unrecognizable, because the animals had had my flesh for a snack. The birds had pecked out my eyes.
What? Too graphic? Sorry.
Back to the story.
My hands are clenched tightly in my lap. I continue to ask where we were going. He refuses to tell me.
This goes on. And on.
Finally he turns down the road that goes to the dump.
Okay. TOTALLY FREAKING OUT INSIDE!! Inside being the key word of course. Because I don't utter a peep. (I almost PEED, but you said you didn't want graphic, remember?)
All of a sudden, it happens.
A dirt road.
I'm almost in tears!
He kicks it into four wheel drive.
And we go four-wheelin' in the dark on hills that TOTALLY KICK BUTT!
I had a great time.
But I'm still an idiot.
And he's still an ass.
I'm just sayin'.
Addendum: I do have to tell you that I have told Leon what this date did my poor self. He apologized sincerely, and says that looking back, he can see how I would have been terrified! And he agreed that I was an idiot. Albeit a polite one.