Rhapsody On A Windy Night

Bianca and I were car-stalked last night. I was worried, but excited. It was a lone male in a car. We were in the Macca's drive thru, and we'd stopped at the normal payment window, but no one was there. He was in front of us, and motioned for us to move forward, that it was all at the front window. Then he motioned for us to call him. It was all very amusing, and he was young and not unattractive. Then as we drove off after chatting to my friend who was working at the time, he began to follow us. He had waited in the carpark for us to leave. We thought it was hilarious, but started freaking out a little when he took the same route through the Video Ezy carpark, then a u-turn and turned left onto Kingston Rd. He pulled up beside my side, so at the last minute we turned right, and he missed the turn. He waved goodbye though, smiling. As we drove away from him, I felt disappointed. What if we'd just missed an opportunity for something exciting, amazing, life-changing? What if he was one of our soul mates? What if he was just a really nice guy? I feel like I'm too cautious sometimes, though I'm sure most of the people who know me would say the opposite. I feel like I'm missing out on what life has to offer. I need to DO everything. We were driving again today, home from Garbo. It was pissing down rain. I had my window down a little. A truck drove past and all this water splashed into my window. It was HILARIOUS. We nearly crashed because Bianca was laughing so hard. I guess it doesn't seem funny to you. You weren't there. I think I might go read now. My back super duper hurts again. Woohoo.