So apparently I’m a man, and I’m in the middle of a mid-life crisis. All I can dream about these days is the car my old boyfriend used to drive. A 1969 Pontiac Firebird 400 convertible. I looked pretty good sitting in that car but I always looked better driving it. I have long involved dreams, mostly I think “driven” by real memories, centered on experiences I had in that car. All kinds of experiences.
Each time I dream about that car, I wake up with an itchy right foot. I want that car back, without the anchor-ex-boyfriend though…lol. Is this my version of mid-life crisis?
I have always been a roadtrip kinda gal. I have driven farther for a party than anyone I know. Once to go to a nightclub opening from Vancouver to San Francisco and once to meet a group of online friends from the SARK board starting from Ontario to Lancaster, Pennsylvania! I just love the open road, the feeling of being just on the verge of being lost. Over the years I have had numerous discussions with women who fear driving on highways, don’t go farther than the next city etc. and I have to say I just don’t get it.
Each time I dream about that car, I wake up with an itchy right foot. I want that car back, without the anchor-ex-boyfriend though…lol. Is this my version of mid-life crisis?
I have always been a roadtrip kinda gal. I have driven farther for a party than anyone I know. Once to go to a nightclub opening from Vancouver to San Francisco and once to meet a group of online friends from the SARK board starting from Ontario to Lancaster, Pennsylvania! I just love the open road, the feeling of being just on the verge of being lost. Over the years I have had numerous discussions with women who fear driving on highways, don’t go farther than the next city etc. and I have to say I just don’t get it.
Really I think I’m in need of a proper roadtrip….anywhere. Just my muscle car and me.
there is no road to New Zealand....pity....
ReplyDelete:( agreed....you kinda strike me as a perfect candidate for SHOTGUN!
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