Saturday, 28 February 2009

  • Inadvertently Copping A Feel - My Car Accident

    Whenever I have to slam on the brakes, my arm instinctually shoots out to stop my passenger from launching forward.  It happens quite a bit as 405 and 110 freeway traffic gets quite atrocious - LA-ers can attest to this. You might say, "that's what a seatbelt is for, DUH..."  but most of the time my passenger is my backpack and/or laptop, so Ive got to protect my cargo from tumbling forward, no?  It's become a reflex.  Anyway... 

    Today, as a careening Beemer narrowly cut me off to make a last minute exit, my passenger seat was unfortunately NOT occupied by a computer or bag full of books but instead a female coworker (and one of the cuter ones, at that). Before I knew it, my arm was fully extended and I had a handful of boobage.  The whole thing lasted maybe half of a second, but of course, it felt like a goddamn hour.

    And as always, I only succeeded in making the situation even more awkward as I ignored her "it's okay(s)!" and continued to give her my profuse apologies with rambling explanations of how I must have picked up the habit from my childhood when my parents used to throw their arms out to stop my forward momentum when they suddenly braked and how it made me feel safe and now that's how I keep my bookbag safe and...  I tend to talk too much and much too fast when I get nervous.

    She was being totally cool about it but my palms were really clammy and my face really flushed. I think she noticed and was trying to make me feel better by jokingly saying, "you are an aggressive one, Mr. Choi. Second base already the first time I get in your car?  So then what's happening on the first date?" I must have given her SOME kind of [mortified] look because she gave a nervous laugh and whispered a weak "sorry". We both continued the rest of the way looking directly ahead in silence.

    I should totally ask her out.  (ha..ha...) 

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