Yesterday I conversed with a guy about a car. No, not down the dark alley way on K road at least not yet, this time it was on the phone.
We talked shop. What kind of car I wanted and what I needed to take. It wasn’t an awkward conversation but it started to head in that direction when he called me baby. Our conversation progressed further when he offered to drive to Auckland to pick me up then drive me back down to Hamilton to buy a car from him. (Probably in a dark alley way off Victoria Street). I politely turned him down and told him I’d find my own way there. He seemed a bit disappointed but 2 hours of what could potentially be awkward silence just didn’t appeal to me.