Downstate Dancer

So I’m pulling out of the Barnes and Noble (after getting through an amazing 50 pages of the rewrites on the new book) and I think I recognize the car in front of me. More specifically, I recognized the Ohio license plate. So being me, I followed the car long enough to pull beside it and peek in. It was her, and she was with another guy who was driving her car.

Now I knew she was taking a ballroom dancing class in town, but I never expected to actually run into her on the outskirts of town. This is my town. The part that bothered me the most though was seeing another guy drive her car. She always let me drive her car and it made me feel special.

On a good note though, I only followed the car long enough to peek inside. Earlier versions of myself would have followed the car all the way to its destination and then did some sort of creepy stalker thing watching them get out of the car. But I didn’t this time. Yay me. I’m still sick to my stomach though…