Guest Post: “Check Engine Light”
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“Check please,” I mumbled, motioning for the waitress…It was obvious. She was unaware of my urgency, moving slower than a dead snail. Is that possible? LOL! I motioned again, my arms flailing about, hoping to be seen. I looked at my date Shannon, avoiding eye contact, hoping she couldn’t read my mind. We were on our second date, two dates too many. To be fair, I’d like to tell you about Shannon. She’s educated; by this I mean, she has a few letters behind her last name. Shannon routinely exercises and on a scale from one to ten she’s a 7.5. I think if she changed her hair just a bit, she’d be an 8, easily.
I met Shannon at a birthday party, numbers were exchanged and after a few phone calls we were at the park, she talked, I talked, we both listened. Her father, a bum, her brother, under achiever, her ex-fiancée, a loser and if I didn’t follow her motherly advice she said, I too would be less than what I should be.
The second date or as I like to say, the second opinion, watching Sunday Night Football at a local bar. Shannon complained the minute we walked in. The bar stools, too high, it was too cold and then too hot. At one point she actually said, “it’s too noisy in here!” Scout’s honor, she said it. LOL! I attempted to change the conversation’s direction. However, Shannon hated the teams playing, Barrack and Mitt and the plastic cups we drank from. Check please!
I walked Shannon to her car, opened the door giving her a big hug, hands staying above the waist, being careful not to send mix messages. “I had a nice time,” she said. “Me too, ” I replied. No, I didn’t mean it. I don’t pretend to be Sigmund Freud and in this situation one doesn’t need to be. It was apparent Shannon had issues. I didn’t look back as I walked to my car, feeling a sense of relief. Sitting behind the steering wheel of my car I realized that when it comes to relationships we’re all used car salesman. Like Shannon we’ve all accumulated miles AND a few dings, some more than others. Your first owner, the first time you fell in love. Over the years there’s ware and tear caused by horrifying dates, bad relationships, selfish boy/girl friends and over bearing parents just to name a few. However, as with all successful sales, each car should be, waxed, polished, properly maintained and tuned up, maximizing value in return.
When your car has a problem, the check engine light, when functioning properly, illuminates, letting you know something needs fixing. In glowing fashion, Shannon’s personal check engine light shined brightly. I’m not a mechanic, so I can’t tell you what Shannon needs to fix. Better yet, even if I knew, I’m not sure I’m interested in fixing it. If I gave you a million dollars to buy a car, the car of your dreams, would you buy it with the check engine light on?
About the Author:
Peter Black aka Benghazi dons a panoramic outlook, giving him a unique hue. He is a full-fledged libertarian, living life according to his own terms. Rocked since birth, Peter has Rock Star DNA and is well-traveled. Born in the South and raised by his mother, he’s a Southern Gentleman but has an affinity for the East Coast. Peter enjoys the creative process and when he’s not blogging, he’s creating projects for his You Tube channel.
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Posted on November 29, 2012, in Guest Posts and tagged baby mama dama, check engine light, dating issues, first date, issues, men with baggage, relationship baggage, relationship issues, women with baggage. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.