The Man in the Rear-View Mirror

This past Saturday, my mother came up from Arizona to visit her sister. Thankfully, she came up on the weekend of Mother's Day and I decided to take my mom out on a date.

I picked her up, handed her a bouquet of flowers and we went out to dinner. After a delicious meal--on me, of course--we decided to get some delicious frozen yogurt at the 100% orgasmically tasty "Yogurtland".

However, on the way there, we stopped at a red light--which is common, I know. Normally, I check my rear-view mirror to make sure that the person behind me isn't too close. This time, I noticed that the man behind me was extremely attractive.

Just recently, I received in the mail the HRC campaign sticker. I was overjoyed with the opportunity to share my political beliefs with the Provo world by placing it on my bumper. That being said, the looks people have given me when they pass by my car--especially cute, attractive guys--has been a plus.

So, when I noticed this man in my rear view mirror, I noticed him looking at the sticker. Then, we made eye contact through the mirror. You know that this same experience has happened to you, too.

What makes this experience funny--and slightly awkward--is that I was in the middle of telling my mother a story. It kind of went down like this:

"Yeah, and so when the curtain went up--" I noticed the man in the rear-view mirror.
I struggled to continue. "So, the curtain went up--"

Then he looked at me, smiled, and licked his lips.

I stopped. I couldn't continue my story.

The light turned green.

"Ummm...the curtain...up...the curtain...umm....it was a great show."

I couldn't even finish my story to my mother because I was (1) so flabbergasted and (2) so amazed that this man would do that.

I guess that's the power of the HRC sticker and...well, being an overly observant driver.