16972Re: [CF] Article on carless family
- Jun 2, 2006--- In CarFree@yahoogroups.com, "Riin Gill" <riin@...> wrote:
> On Wed, May 31, 2006 6:03 am, David Hansen wrote:
> > On 31 May 2006 at 5:42, whistling_lass wrote:
> >> "In my last relationship, [my girlfriend] asked me, 'Are you everanymore.
> >> gonna drive?' She was like, 'I don't think I can deal with it.' "
> >> They broke up.
> > She was definitely not worth it.
> A friend of mine told me recently she didn't want to be my friend
> One of the things she mentioned was me not driving. I'm stilltrying to
> sort out what happened. We had been friends for 27 years.TF: I recently weeded out a friend of that variety in _two_ _minutes_
instead of 27 years, proving to myself the viability of a plan that
I'd developed specifically for weeding out that variety.
This was a 47-year-old widow who happened to be the first person that
I contacted on one of those internet meat-racks. She was extremely
nice on e-mail for a few weeks and seemed to be on my wavelength
about things, and then she finally proposed that our first date
consist of me coming to her place, in Scranton 20 miles away from me,
to help her go through her late husband's things in preparation for a
yard sale. I said okay, and that when she meets me at a McDonald's in
her neck of the woods to give me directions the rest of the way to
her place, I'd be the guy near a bicycle, because I'd be leaving my
motor vehicles at home and riding my bike down as part of my strategy
of controlling my too-easy temptation to take things that she'd
probably be throwing out, as I'm a packrat whose barn is already
overflowing. The other, more important reason, and which I _didn't_
say, of why I was cycling down rather than motoring, was that
although my currently-most-legal motor vehicle is of quite a chick-
magnet variety, I specifically _don't_ _want_ the _kind_ that it
takes a thing like that to attract.
As it turned out, my weeding-out-of-Thule-cartop-rack-crowd-types
strategy succeeded in flying colors. As I waited for over an hour at
her house, with her reneging from showing up there (I did check the
paper the next day and there was no accident on the Scranton
Expressway), it gradually dawned on me that, after she'd met me for
two minutes at the McDonald's giving me the (correct!) directions to
her house, she had not only left McDonald's without looking at me;
she had also turned around real quick and come back into the
McDonald's and spent several minutes buying something to take out,
and then taken it out, all without looking at me - which I guess she
had intended as a signal to me that I could save time by tearing up
the directions to her house! Then it dawned on me that since, unlike
yuppie cyclists, I dress for my destination (and who knows how dusty
of rooms we were going to be sorting out the junk in), she was
disappointed that I didn't fit whatever her stereotype was of what a
cyclist should look like.
My only regrets are that I didn't have a fresher T-shirt and haircut,
because if I had, then I'd _know_ that she also didn't like my just-
from-20-miles sweat smell which, like my lack of yuppie clothes, I
_won't_ apologize for.
- Tom Frost Jr.
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