I was in a bit of a funk, but it was Friday night and Paige was in the mood to do something, so she came over. As we looked up things to do, she came up with an idea to call a driver (yes, as in taxi) that she had met, well… in a taxi.
They had been talking for a few weeks. Somehow on her drive home she decided she should show him a picture of ME, and from that point on, he had been calling trying to get her introduce us and according to her he also wanted to hook her up with “one of his boys”.
I didn’t care about meeting Driver, but Paige wanted to meet Drivers Friend. This put me into the role of “wing-chick”. Paige sat at the foot of my bed dialing Drivers number as I lay in bed holding a stuffed animal and staring into space. As she got off the phone, she shrieked with excitement.
“They’ll be here in 1 hour!”
I crawled out of bed, and managed to brush my hair, apply some make-up and throw on a denim skirt and an off the shoulder black top. At which point I crawled back into bed. The next 20 minutes as we waited for a call from Driver, consisted of Paige routinely spraying herself with body splash and reapplying lip gloss.
The phone rang and we made our way downstairs where Driver and Drivers Friend were waiting in a car (no, not a taxi). Paige walked a few steps ahead of me, and as she did I could see the men whispering to each other. As she approached the car, Driver rolled down his window. She reached in and shook Drivers Friend’s hand.
“He cant get out of the car to meet you?” I muttered under my breath. Paige hushed me with a sharp glance.
Driver opened the door and swung his legs onto the street, he leaned forward and looked me over, Drivers Friend stayed put.
“So, listen” Driver glanced back to his friend who was staring straight ahead, “He’s really tired, so we can’t hang out tonight, but we just wanted to come by and say ‘hello’.”
“Oh… okay, no problem– it is kinda late,” Paige replied nodding.
“Um, are you joking??” I blurted out.
“Listen I’m sorry,” he said to me, “but hey– maybe I can get your number?”
“Um, you can get it from Paige,” I lied and walked back to my building.
I turned around and Paige was leaning into the car, shaking hands with Drivers Friend.
It seemed I was the only one who realized that Drivers Friend had changed his mind once he saw his date for the evening. It was obvious that his level of fatigue was in direct connection to his interest in the female before him. I could have bet money that as they sped off, Drivers Friend suddenly had a burst of energy at which point they probably made their way to a bar or club.
I had heard of scenes like this before, a blind date that is supposed to entail a timely event like coffee or dinner is suddenly cut short when both parties meet and the uninterested party suddenly only has a “few minutes” before they have to be somewhere else.
This is a Dating Drive-by, and we had just become victims.