I’ve kind of waited to post this, but I want to write it down so I don’t completely forget the details. Not that I’ll be forgetting any time soon.
Last Thursday, I was running a little late to a chiropractor appointment (just started seeing one, and so far it’s been a great move). Well, I was running late if I decided to get lunch first. I didn’t eat breakfast, so hunger made me run the risk of being late.
I go to Tasty Goody, terrible name but great fast Chinese food, and I take my motorcycle helmet in with me (I didn’t want to take the extra time to attach it to the bike). I’m almost done with my meal when a homeless gentleman comes in and tells me some lady just hit my bike and pulled away. I ran outside and sure enough, my motorcycle was laying on the ground.
He tells me it was a gray volvo suv, and he thinks that the one turning left at the stoplight just down the street was the one. With his help, I get the bike up only to find the clutch lever was broken, and I couldn’t start the bike. A little frustrated, I go back into Tasty Goody (I just like saying it, it makes me laugh), and I throw away the rest of my meal since I was almost done any way. I had lost my appetite. The same man starts waving me down, and he tells me the girl parked down the alley. So it wasn’t the one turning left after all. I run out, and I start towards the alley and was getting ready to write the license down when the girl (since I’m 30, I like to use youthful terms for people around my age, she’s 28 
) calls to us and lets us know she wasn’t trying to get away, she just freaked out and didn’t think to just repark where she was, she parked down the alley (if she were trying to get away, going down that particular alley would’ve been a colossally stupid move, so I believed her).
It didn’t hurt that she’s extremely cute Actually, I think she’s hot, but for whatever reason when I use that term, I tend to feel guilty like I’m basing everything on physical appearance… okay, whatever, she’s hot alright? Sheesh, leave me alone about it already.
Anyway, I offered to get an estimate so she can decide if she’d rather just pay for the damage or turn it into insurance. I thought there was a good chance it’s not going to be more than a few hundred bucks.
So she offers to give me a ride, and I ask her to just take me home. I figured I was late to the appointment any way, and how would I get back? So I start to call my chiropractor to cancel the appointment, and she offers to just take me there. I tell her thanks, and that’s very nice of her, but I wouldn’t have a way back. She offers to wait for me because she has reading to do for work any way, and she can do that while she waits for me. Again, I tell her it’s all right, I appreciate she feels bad about hitting my bike, but accidents happen. I was just glad she didn’t actually bolt away from the scene!
She asks me where the appointment is at, and she turns around and starts heading to West L.A.! So I call the chiropractor and let him know I’m going to be late, and we go to the appointment. I get done with the adjustment, and I’m back in the car heading back to Venice. She asks what we’re going to do about the bike, and I tell her I should probably get a friend with a truck to get a uhaul motorcycle trailer, because tow trucks for motorcycles are expensive (requires a flatbed). She offers to use her AAA.
So we get back to the scene of the crime, and she calls for a tow truck. When we’re waiting for the truck we have a great conversation just about general stuff. Somehow, I mention that I watch football at Brennan’s on Sundays, and she asks if that’s where they have the turtle races. The turtle races are awesome by the way, but I’ll get to that later.
I tell her I’ve never actually been, because my friends that want to go and I never get our schedules straight. She tells me she’s been wanting to go and hasn’t yet. I say, “Yeah, but they only do them on Thursdays. … Today’s Thursday, you wanna go?” She did want to go… so we made plans to go later that night.
After the tow and a short run to the motorcycle shop since I forgot to leave the keys with the driver, she drops me off at my place. Pushing my luck, I ask her if she wants to do dinner too… she says she’d love to.
So after she goes back to the office to take care of some work, she picks me up for dinner. We go to this great little Thai place in Marina del Rey, then head to the turtle races! They were a blast, truly hillarious. The MC was great, and they had little stands outside where they raced. The whole great story thing and the fact that it was obvious we liked each other led to us feeling like a couple of high school kids in the bleachers at a football game or something. It was a blast.
That’s enough details …
We went to lunch a couple of days later at the beach and hung out at the beach the rest of the day. For now, it’s just a great story. Maybe it’ll be more, maybe it won’t. I’m looking forward to finding out (and just trying not to get too far ahead of myself… being an actor I know that a great story doesn’t always mean a great, happy ending).
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