Never Get in a Strange Boy's Car

This week I am participating in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. I chose a prompt and then took literary liberties.

Writer's Prompt: Describe the first date you went on in a boy’s car.

I wondered if I still had a boyfriend.  I mean, I'd been dating him for about 10 months but I kind of went M.I.A. the past two.  I'd just come home from an adventure out of the country and he hadn't called.  I lamented the state of my love life to an acquaintance, Scott.  He had the perfect guy for me.  Of course he did.  Everybody did.  More often than not, it was a charity case.  Worse, I was the charity case and the guy wasn't any winner which hurt my ego. I was 25 years old, single, and becoming a menace to society.

"What's wrong with him," I demanded.

"Nothing."  Pause.  "He's going into social work."  I could think of worse things.

He called me a couple of days later.  We talked, had a good conversation and he asked to take me out to dinner.  I wondered if I still had that boyfriend so agreed to lunch, instead.  He wondered what time to pick me up.  I told him I'd meet him there.  I'd had my share of stalkers.  I was not going to tell him where I lived and I was not going to get in the car with him.

We met at a Mongolian Barbecue place.  We had a good time.  I liked what I saw.  I liked how I felt.  Still no word from the proverbial boyfriend so I asked my date out for the following night.  Just in case he was an axe murderer, though, I told him I'd meet him again.  No need to to come pick me up.

The next night my date was determined to find out where I lived.  Sounded like a stalker to me.  He finally charmed me with the line, "Let's just say that I have an extra $5 and I wanted to drop it off at your house."  Fine.  I told him my address.  There were no google maps, GPS, or anything to help him.  He'd never find it.  It was out in the country with a county address.

The next day I found an envelope with a $5 bill inside.  Was I creeped out?  Was I flattered?

A few days later, we went on a picnic in the mountains.  I let him drive.  We came back to my house and were hanging out when the boyfriend called.  I guess I did still have a boyfriend.  I put him off and returned to my date.  I walked him out to his car and came clean.  "I have a boyfriend," I announced.  And so he kissed me.  I tried again.  "He just called me."  He kissed me again.

Nineteen years have passed since that week.  He still knows my address.