Normal day. Normal life. I was leaving a certain establishment and on my way to my car. It's something most of us do on a daily basis. You think nothing of it. As I walked toward my car, I noticed a younger woman who was frustrated her car would not start. As I approached my immediate thought was "this car is a piece of shit". It was old. It was rusted. It was clearly the vehicle of someone that did not have much money & was just hanging on in life.
As I walked by I could see the frustration this person was having and I asked them if they needed a hand. She sputtered out the words "it just won't start".
I will predicate this by saying I know jack shit about cars. I'm not Mr Auto. I was more likely to take Home Ec in school than Auto shop. But, as a man, when you see a woman having car problems you always step up to help even if you can't help.
I asked her if I could try to start the car. She agreed and I slide behind the seat and went to turn it over. It made a clicking sound which meant the battery was dead. I looked at her and said knowingly "I think your battery is dead". She gave me a look like she had no idea WTF I was talking about LOL. I said hold on, I can give you a boost.
I walked over and got my car and drove it over to her car. I pulled out the booster cables and hooked things up then started her car. Her car sputtered to life..it's engine starting to roar and I removed the booster cables. As a man, that's a warm good feeling but in reality I had no clue what I did. It's just one of those things you do as a man.
As her car sat there running, I said to her it was best if she let it run a few minutes to charge up the battery and to not turn it off until she got home. I said you'll at least make it home and be parked and if it won't start tomorrow you'll probably need a new battery. Mr Auto..or so I pretended. She just smiled and looked at my car and asked what model it was. My car is not macho or masculine, I bought it for it's fuel mileage, not for it's girl attraction features or so I thought.
We stood around talking for a bit about life while her battery charged. Not wanting to see like some crazy creepy guy, I excused myself and said I needed to get home. She smiled and said OK, see you again calling me by my first name.
And little did I realize but so began my life dating a prostitute.....
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