Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,
Alexis Angel
Freeway
So I have forgotten the Bad Date Weekend
I have dance class every Monday morning. I drive across the San Rafael bridge to get to my dance class. It’s a fun two hours I practice (FYI I used to be a competitive ballroom dancer back in the day) and today I was driving down and the toll booth was slowing traffic down and it was the morning and I was doing my makeup in the car like I normally do.
I was wondering to myself like why do I even bother to do makeup because it’s obvious after ComputerChip that I’m gonna be stuck with unibrow losers who don’t wear clean clothes and are virgins. Either that or I’m gonna be stuck with WineBar who is a cute guy and works as a bartender and gives me good love but when I try to get him to sext he sends me pictures of beer bottles and not his cock.
So I’m thinking this is my dating life at the moment. It’s not so bad.
And then I look over out my drivers side window.
And realize that cars are going really slowly in traffic so I’m crawling along and this guy is looking at me. Making faces.
I’m a bit taken aback but he makes a face and a caricature of putting on lipstick using the rearview mirror.
I can’t help but laugh!
Then he makes a face of doing his hair. Obviously he’s making fun of me and who knows how long he’s been watching me as we crawled through traffic.
I can’t help but LOL at his antics.
We go on back and forth a few times.
Finally the crème de la crème.
He somehow has a blank piece of paper and he writes on there and holds it up to his window.
“Pull over after the toll”
I dunno. This is the kinda stuff you see in movies. Get kidnapped and then chopped up and stuff. Or read about in kindle books under Dark Dark Romance lol.
But right after the toll booth I’m a bit intrigued and from the waist up he looks kinda cute.
So, I pull over.
His name is FREEWAY and tomorrow I’m gonna give you the deets on what happened afterwards!
Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,
Alexis Angel
Freeway Part Two
Sorry about the freebie yesterday, fixed it!
So I dunno if you caught my last newsletter but a lot of you have mentioned that you are reading them daily and if there is a way I could all put it together. Let me know if that’s something you would like to see. That way you can keep like all the things I said and have an archive. I might also be too full of myself and waaaaay to vain so if you think it’s a terrrrrible idea lemme know too, k?
Anyways, so there I was, having pulled over my car on the side of the freeway getting off the San Rafael bridge because some strange hot guy heading to the toll booth asked me too. I mean, what if all he wanted was to carjack my car? I just leased it a few months ago. Maybe he wants to steal it? I would wanna steal it. When I get time I’ll show you some pictures of it lol.
So he pulls up in front of me and he gets out and OH MY GOD. He’s gorgeous.
I immediately get out of my car too and I forget that I’m just wearing yoga pants and a really loose shirt over a sports bra – no makeup no nothing. And this guy is probably in a $1000 suit. From my Wall Street days, I’m guessing either Brioni or Ferragamo. Like he knows how to dress.
So I don’t remember the whole conversation unless I’m in my head and thinking it, but the gist of it (romanticized in my head) went like this: