The Honda girl.

I practically break my neck twisting around to get the full view of the driver in the little blue Honda about to pass me. I saw her in the mirror, and lower section took over all control of my eyes so they could feast on the delicacy piloting the Accord. She had her windows rolled down, and I surreptitiosly quiet my radio to hear what she is so fluidly bopping her petite frame to. Ahhh, Sublime is sublime, and was she listening to "Date Rape"? I thought that was a little strange, she must have a dark sense of humor, good. As we slowed along with the traffic I could not believe my luck when she rolled to a stop right next to me when she could pulled a generous car length forward. Maybe she caught my less than clandestine staring. From what I could tell she was a small girl, brunette with a short cut, I am glad she doesn't try and dye it blonde. Girls with dark eyebrows and platinum hair disgust me.
I checked for drool on my chops, and decided to be brave. Considering I had a similar year and make Accord, but green a little bit of wit should be employed. "Nice car!" I said with a stupid grin on my face.
Shit.
She didn't try to hide her laughter at my pathetic remark on her unremarkable car. Both cars were dirty, both old, and probably one of the best selling models ever.
Shit.
I could not help but turn a brilliant color of magenta; which was verified by a glance at the mirror, I tried to concentrate on the road, but felt the skin on my face getting hotter and hotter. I slowly look over at her this time with an embarrased grin. She just kept smiling. Thank god the cars ahead of us started moving, I sped off. She matched my speed. I slowed just slightly. She braked just a touch also.
"This is getting a little cruel!" I shout to her. Then a hurt look appears, then a bit sad. A shit-eating grin shoots across my face; I think, confidently, 'I am in the driver's seat now' (Pun intended, I'm corny.) A smirk devilishly flashes before me as she speeds away.
Shit.
Well, so much for being brave.
I cruise along at a nice pace trying, to no avail to stop pondering the possibilities of what could happened. I wish I wasn't so fucking corny. While cursing myself, I notice that she is in now front me in my lane, and slowing no less. A femine hand shouts out from the teasing blue car in front of me, now I am quite close to her back bumper. The hand gracefully manages to signal for me to follow. (I am not sure how to describe this but it works in my head.) The twin Hondas pull into a strip mall, and she heads to the back, parks and exits the car quickly. She is a sight, a few very nicely proportioned curves on her body, and a cute face framed nicely by a short cut to boot. I roll up to her and try to be perfectly casual, as she strides confidently up to my lowered window. How does she seem this calm?
"Nice car," she smirks while my face turns crimson once again. "Do you go to this gym?" I notice the parking lot was for a women's gym. I smile slighlty and shake my head, trying to hide, once more, my humiliation. "I saw the Tool sticker on this sweet ride of yours, are you going to the show this weekend?"
My jaw dropped, my head was reeling, I swear I started to sweat, though it was a perfect spring day. I am a Tool fanatic, and I didn't even know they were touring, what the fuck is wrong with me? Is she asking me there? Am I dreaming up talking with this girl? Bitch was deriding my car too, or maybe me. Much worse. No, she seems sweet. I need to get to that show. I need to answer. "I.. I .. uh.. shit..I... uh.. just moved here."
Shit
She stifled a giggle "Well that doesn't mean you aren't going, does it?" A tiny pout, then a heart-melting smile. I couldn't focus.
"Uh, NO." I said unintentionally yet defiantly. "I would love to, but I bet its sold out?"
"Well my friend just backed out of her ticket we already bought," I was still warm and getting hotter "so if you wanna go, give my cell a call" I tried to be conscientious of the steam coming out my ears. I barely noticed as she tossed a slip of paper on lap, then turned toward a building and strolled away; I know it was my imagination, but there seemed to be a little bounce in her step.
I opened the folded paper:
Honda Girl
555-5555