"It's late, how are you getting home?"
"Oh, I drove."
I don't know why but I felt a bit disappointed. No doubt I had picked up women at pubs before, but they usually didn't drive, and were more than happy to hitch a ride or share a cab, usually ending up at my place or even theirs. Somehow, this time I got cockblocked by a car.
"And how are you getting home?"
"I was supposed to drive my friends back to camp."
"Oh."
"You're ok to drive?"
"I guess, I didn't drink that much. Only a couple glasses of wine and the long island tea you bought me."
"That sounds way over the limit."
"Then let's hope I don't encounter a roadblock."
"How about I drive you back and I'll take a cab back to camp?"
"What about your friends?"
"I'm sure they can handle themselves."
"You're sure? That's very sweet of you."
I merely smiled. I did not have to be this nice. But no way was I letting an inebriated woman drive home by herself. Besides, there would be a chance I could get some action.
"Where do you stay?"
She told me the address. It was a landed property. I didn't recognise the street name.
"Erm. Any landmarks?"
"You know where Siglap Center is?"
I roughly knew.
"I think so."
"Just get me to that area and I'll direct you."
"Ok."
We headed to an open air car park near the pub. I texted my friends to tell them to make their own way back but none of them replied.
Ann was walking slightly unsteadily so I put my arm around her waist to steady her. She did not push me away so I continued.
"Damn. Where did I park my car?"
She took out her key from her handbag and fiddled around with it for awhile. I took the key from her.
The insignia indicated Hyundai so I scanned the car park for that extremely common car brand. I gave up and pressed the alarm button instead. I was expecting a Getz or something but to my surprise it was an Avante. It did not seem like a girlish car. And it was black. With what appeared to be a carbon fibre bonnet. I guessed it was probably her boyfriend's car but I chose not to ask. She was drinking alone after all.
I opened the back door and helped her into the back seat.
"Hey. You're not my chauffeur, I can sit in front."
"Ok."
I opened the front passenger door and she got in, adjusting the seat all the way back, before heading over to the driver side.
"Wow. You drive a manual."
"You mean you can't?"
"Haha. I haven't driven a manual for ages."
I decided that it was most definitely her boyfriends car.
"Aircon or fresh air?"
"I think I need some fresh air."
I powered the windows down and drove off.
"Oh, I drove."
I don't know why but I felt a bit disappointed. No doubt I had picked up women at pubs before, but they usually didn't drive, and were more than happy to hitch a ride or share a cab, usually ending up at my place or even theirs. Somehow, this time I got cockblocked by a car.
"And how are you getting home?"
"I was supposed to drive my friends back to camp."
"Oh."
"You're ok to drive?"
"I guess, I didn't drink that much. Only a couple glasses of wine and the long island tea you bought me."
"That sounds way over the limit."
"Then let's hope I don't encounter a roadblock."
"How about I drive you back and I'll take a cab back to camp?"
"What about your friends?"
"I'm sure they can handle themselves."
"You're sure? That's very sweet of you."
I merely smiled. I did not have to be this nice. But no way was I letting an inebriated woman drive home by herself. Besides, there would be a chance I could get some action.
"Where do you stay?"
She told me the address. It was a landed property. I didn't recognise the street name.
"Erm. Any landmarks?"
"You know where Siglap Center is?"
I roughly knew.
"I think so."
"Just get me to that area and I'll direct you."
"Ok."
We headed to an open air car park near the pub. I texted my friends to tell them to make their own way back but none of them replied.
Ann was walking slightly unsteadily so I put my arm around her waist to steady her. She did not push me away so I continued.
"Damn. Where did I park my car?"
She took out her key from her handbag and fiddled around with it for awhile. I took the key from her.
The insignia indicated Hyundai so I scanned the car park for that extremely common car brand. I gave up and pressed the alarm button instead. I was expecting a Getz or something but to my surprise it was an Avante. It did not seem like a girlish car. And it was black. With what appeared to be a carbon fibre bonnet. I guessed it was probably her boyfriend's car but I chose not to ask. She was drinking alone after all.
I opened the back door and helped her into the back seat.
"Hey. You're not my chauffeur, I can sit in front."
"Ok."
I opened the front passenger door and she got in, adjusting the seat all the way back, before heading over to the driver side.
"Wow. You drive a manual."
"You mean you can't?"
"Haha. I haven't driven a manual for ages."
I decided that it was most definitely her boyfriends car.
"Aircon or fresh air?"
"I think I need some fresh air."
I powered the windows down and drove off.
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