I am going to be brave and write this hoping, yet knowing full well it is possible, that the person I met today doesn’t read it. Otherwise I will probably take out #1 spot for most stalkerish person ever. None the less, due to the name of my blog I feel it would be a crime not to share my story.
Today, I was merrily driving little zip home. It was a busy night on the motorway and the patter of rain washed some of the grit off my windshield. I moved lanes because I am one of the impatient people who can’t just wait in the slow lane. I’d been in that lane for a little while when the traffic stopped. When I say stopped I mean like stopped dead. I too slammed on my breaks and zip came to an abrupt standstill. Ah, good, I thought, I stopped in time. I looked up, as I do every time I stop and looked in my review mirror. There was the car I had noticed earlier. For no particular reason it had just stuck in my mind… I get board on the motorway and the car was not unlike mine.
He was approaching me quickly. Uhoh, I thought. Smack. He stopped… only due to the fact little zip was in his way. Little zip then kissed the ass of the car in front. It was a zip sandwich.
This guy gets out, I’d assume in his mid 20’s. He seemed very shocked and somewhat overly concerned for my safety. It was nice. Aucklanders seem to be those sorts of people. I followed him, we pulled over and he was super helpful and gave me his details. I thought at the time, as one does in a situation like that, he’s good looking, why do I always seem to have crashes with good looking people? It made me laugh and I didn’t say much as I was quite concerned I would indeed burst out into a fit of giggles as I normally do in any situation that involved danger. It’s a coping mechanism I think.
Got home, sorted out insurance, zip does not seem too worse for wear other than a somewhat lopsided bumper and an improvement on the wheel alignment.
I felt sorry for the poor guy who’d hit me. People seem to not be able to understand why I was not overly angry, or really actually angry at all about the whole thing. I do remember how it felt to be the person in the backside of someone else’s car, I also remember them being not very happy, though their car was fine, and me thinking well… what exactly do you want me to do about it right this very second!? So I am more than happy to cut people some slack, especially when they’re nice people.
Now seeing as my boss at the SST has time and time again told me journalism is just as much about the investigating as it is the writing. So, to Facebook I went. He wasn’t hard to find. Looked a little different in a profile pic but hey, that’s alright. I found out he actually works for the same company as me. Yes, of all the people in Auckland to crash into me it had to be someone who I could probably meet again.
I had to chuckle again at the irony.
I now feel a lot like a stalker.
Never the less, he seems like a nice guy and I need friends here as currently I have zilch and if I am moving here in the future I’d quite like to have some contacts rather than ‘welcome to Auckland, now go be a loner’. He sent me a text making sure I was ok and that insurance was sorted out, I said yup and sent a nice reply back. He then asked if he could buy me coffee to make up for it. I said why not.
This is my issue. I have a boyfriend right, but I get along well with the opposite sex. That is just the way I am and no, I don’t flirt. Especially not in the situation of rain + you just hit my precious new car + I’m not single and I think quite a few years younger than you.
However, I do want to go to coffee and I would like to get to know more people. The problem… is this something people do or is it something that indicates I am single and in which case how do I mention without being really bitchy sounding when his intentions could be completely innocent, that I’m not single.
This is problematic.
Also part of the reason I Facebook stalked to see if he was taken. He’s not. Increase urgency of the issue at hand.
Oh little zip.
You’ll have a new bumper soon.