Stephanie had some issues.
The only other story I know about her paints her in a less sympathetic light. This might help explain why, even if I had known about her feelings toward me, I would have tried my hardest to keep a safe distance. She was driving on the interstate somewhere around town. Going? Coming? Who knows. It doesn’t matter. She was there. She somehow managed to pull even with another car, one that is being driven by a boy, someone in some branch of the Armed Services. I think Army, though, really, that too is unimportant for the story. Or less important — it’s important for me to imagine both his mindset being in the military and his haircut. Apparently there was some car-to-car flirting back and forth. I’m not sure what this entailed, though I can imagine. Actually, I can’t. I’ve always thought about flirting with people in other cars, but girls, see, girls know this. Girls are trained (possibly by greasy, ugly, perverted men) at an early age to avoid eye contact when in a car. They don’t scope out the other car at the stoplight, they don’t chase people on the highway. Or try and run beside (or if not beside, than speeding up and slowing down, so the person ends up passing and getting passed by you multiple times) a car. I think Stephanie must have thrown all this conditioning out by this point. She knew better, she had to. Maybe she was trying to swallow her pain by creating something that would distract her. Or something that could replace her other feelings. At any rate, I’m unsure. Of her motives, I mean. But I do know she did this. Revenge on the male species, general revenge for a specific person. She led him back to her parent’s house, where they had sex. And then he left. As far I know, she never saw him again, never talked to him again.
One-night stands aren’t evil things like I believed then. That’s naïve and foolish. They aren’t for me, this is a fair thing for me to say. Not my scene. But I can’t really fault someone for them. Whether it’s for a night of meaningless sex or it’s to feel closer to someone (anyone). How can you find fault in either? But to carry that goal out by picking someone up on the interstate — what kind of gestures, movements, insinuations must be made for this to happen? If I was that boy, I think I would be scared somehow of the situation (no matter how exciting it might be) I had gotten myself into. What girl would reduce herself to this?
I do have to admit this though: I’ve always wanted to pick someone up somehow from my car with her in hers. Not that I think it’s a good plan or a realistic one. Not that I want to pick someone up so I could take her home for a random fuck. It seems romantic to me on some level — the picking up, not the notion of sex with the person. Desire to meet someone that in love with me.
That instant attraction to my profile.
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