Colorado, Cars and Creeps

One of my favorite things of all time is driving with the windows down. Especially when my hair is blowing around, getting incredibly tangled and looking ridiculous. Something about it makes me actually giddy. A few days ago I was driving home and it was a beautiful day out so I rolled the windows down, turned the music up, and suddenly got so happy that a giggle burst out of me. Seriously.

I usually don't giggle unless I'm super tired, but something about the conditions that day turned me into a giddy little girl. Maybe it was the sun, or the warm wind, or the Rockies looking incredible, but whatever caused it, that feeling was addicting.

It looked a lot like this: incredible. Plus it was like 68 degrees and I had great music and a belly full of Target Bakery treats... needless to say I was in heaven.

 I decided to take a longer way home. And by that I mean, I was driving up my street, changed my mind, proceeded straight past my house, drove back to Littleton, and down through the entirety of Highlands Ranch (A good 30 minute ride). I was seriously contemplating going to Castle Rock when I became aware of the strange behavior of the car next to me. The driver was keeping pace with me. Deliberately. (And quite well).

My stomach did a little excited flip, because we all know what that means-- someone is checking me out while I giggle and laugh and sing along to the music all by myself-- and he's wanting to car flirt a bit, right? Smiling, I brush the hair out of my face and look over in a very coy manner, expecting to see this:

And what I actually see is a lot more like this:

A very old, very skinny old man, probably around 65. The old man smiled and looked at me rather expectantly. I sat there blinking, my shocked brain unable to process why he did not look like the shirtless boy in my mental picture. The man winked in what he probably thought was a charming manner, waved a bit, and proceeded to drive away, leaving me feeling incredibly creeped out as I watched his license plate get smaller and smaller. I was so confused/creeped out that I drove straight past the street I was supposed to turn on, and ended up having to drive another 3 miles before I was able to turn around, at which point I got lost for a good 15 minutes. The moral of the story: car flirting is bad news and will get you lost. The End.