Oh My, Stary-Eyed Surprise

I think almost half of the car accidents in my life have happened in reverse. About three years ago I backed into a pole in the parking lot at work with such confidence that I rendered my car undrivable. So, I borrowed my mom's rust bucket Buick for the week while my car was in the shop.

At the time, Josh and I were planning our second date. We met at Bigg's in downtown Council Bluffs for a beverage and at the end of our date he was polite enough to walk me to the car. Even though I was just embarrassed enough of the Gold Bomber that I was wishing he wouldn't.

Right there, on Broadway, standing next to that damn Buick in front of some drunk bystanders, was our first kiss. Maybe the Buick helped - he probably felt sorry for me.

All I know is that I must have been one heck of a good kisser. Because after I left he walked to his car in the back parking lot and with stars in his eyes he backed straight into a parking meter. Coincidence? I think not.