Love at first ride

I am a cab driver. Boring? Absolutely not. Like any other jobs, I have my good and bad days. My bad days are those when drunk people vomit in my car, my good days happen when I hold heart to heart conversations with my customers. I am a tall guy, Doug is my name, born and bred in the city. I like to think of myself as good looking with supporting evidence from my grandma and my few girlfriends. I dreamt of being a safari rally driver but I couldn't make it, that and the fact that mother had once stumbled in on us as we watched Fast and furious and she vowed that no child of hers would play with death like that, I love her so much, I conceded but it would have been nice to skid on tracks with those fast machines. So I settled for the next good thing, cab driving. 

Living in the city has made me know it like the back of my hand, I can maneuver around this town blindfolded. That's just how good I am. I work round the clock, to pay bills and also because I love it. At night, the city glows and sways side to side with the dark, not even the loud club noises disrupt its lull. The roads are usually clear and the air? Fresher and crisp. 

Last Friday night was a good and bad night. I had to drive a pretty lady who was very very drunk and who vomited on my back seat not once but twice, the silver lining is she opened up and spent the whole ride sobbing and talking. 

Now I like to think of myself as an unpaid therapist, I hand out tissues, I do not offer unsolicited advice and in extreme cases I play my healing playlist, works like a charm I can assure you. 

So the girl was basically seated bare assed on my back seat,her little dress had rode up, her shoes were next to her and her phone stuck in between a gorgeous pair of tits, I swear I wasn't leering they just looked nice and I looked twice, okay, maybe a couple of times but that's it. I like a glass of whiskey sometimes but I don't over indulge, whenever I feel warm and loose, I call it quits, so I've never really understood the essence of getting flat face drunk but I'm not a moral cop so I digress... 

The lady, vomited the very next minute after I had closed her door, damn! She then launched a volley of sorrys and in the course of it slipped into her heart wrenching ordeal, well pardon me for the theatrics, but according to her she also termed it heart wrenching.

 A week ago, the guy she had dated for ten years, yes ten years, had dumped her and went ahead to marry a lady he had met six months ago. A decade is a long time to be dating, I couldn't imagine myself dating someone for more than two years without intending to marry her. So this lady only knew of the wedding after it had happened, she found an envelope from the guy with a long ass explanation of how he had met the 'one'. That was a dick move, if it were me I'd have given the girl a send off party, after all we had dated for a decade. I was also amazed at how she was clueless, if you had dated someone for a decade, stayed with them for six years, you'd have seen tell tale signs. Either the girl is dumb, naive or both . The guy then leaves the city for another country, shocker, as the girl swears he never had any intention of leaving this city because he loved it. Lies we tell. 

Twenty or so minutes later and the girl had reverted to self pitying. I can stand tears, I can stand vomit but self pity is where I draw the line. I cannot for the sake of it stomach self pity, its disgusting, unnecessary and uncomfortable. You as a listener is expected to give words of affirmation and the "You are not on the wrong, they are, its their loss anyway, they'll come crawling back... "Among other useless words. I believe that as much as you think you are a perfect 10 someone might think you are a 4 or a 6 and its okay because you might think you are the best for someone and they find another best for themselves. So the crawling back is not practical, we should learn to let people go without holding grudges and most importantly without inflating our egos. It would hurt like a bitch if you thought someone couldn't do without you and then you realize they are actually doing better. That is to say you should believe in yourself without the validation from other people, sure it feels nice but you need to be enough for you . 

Whew! I knew deep down I could make a good therapist. So fast forward to today, I have been lying in my bed and thinking of that girl in my back seat. She called in the morning, to apologize and also to thank me for my blunt words. We lapsed into silence and because I wanted to see her again I asked her out. A coffee date. I am excited. Excited because she intrigues me and because I want to see her without vomit on her dress and see if she can hold a conversation. Excited because I have been thinking of her all week and finally I get to see her today. Excited because her sober voice was enchanting. I bet she could sing like Sofia the first. I am a lover of cartoons especially Disney. When I was a kid we went to Disney land every year, I still go if I have saved enough.

We've been texting back and forth and the girl is funny, or I'm just infatuated. I only hope she loves Disney too or at least love cartoons, it would be too bad if she doesn't because that would be the end to us. Us, it feels nice saying that. Big question though, beach wedding or church wedding?