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I Met My Dream Girl In My Lyft Car.

2/8/2016

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So as some of y'all already know, I am a class A Lyft/Uber driver. Well, this past Thursday I was driving around and I picked up this passenger, we'll call her Angel because I am 100% sure that that's exactly what she was. A godgiven angel!

My computer is telling me that godgiven isn't an actual word. Well, computer, you obviously haven't met Angel, because godgiven is exactly what she was. I don't want to put a hyphen in between the two words. OKAY?

Anyway, let's get to the point. I picked up this half human/half god and drove her to her destination, we'll call it UC Irvine....because, um, that's where it was. So if anybody reading this goes to UCI and sees an angel walking around campus, please direct her my way.

On the car ride from Point A to Point B we had a lovely conversation. We talked about how much we both love the rain, how we both would love to end up in Seattle, Washington, and other things that are just too romantic for the internet to read. At the end of the way too short of a ride, we pulled up to her drop off point. 

My heart is racing at this point. I was nervous as many thoughts raced through my head... How can I best describe the way I was feeling... Eminem, can I get some help? Thanks. Okay....so my palms are sweaty, my knees were weak, and my arms were heavy. There was vomit on my sweater already from my mother's spaghetti that she made me the night before at dinner. On the surface I looked calm, I looked ready to drop bombs...Okay, this is getting me nowhere.

Basically, I pulled up and the thought, "Ask for her number, ask for her number, ask for her number," screamed on repeat in my mind. But, unfortunately, the little bitch inside of me decided to speak up instead. So, instead of asking for her number or giving her my number or just making sweet, sweet love to her right there in the middle of campus, all I did was say my goodbyes and let the girl of my dreams float away.

I watched her as she disappeared among the crowd of UC Irvine nerds, nerds who would never know that an angel was among them. I let her go and now I am left to wonder...what if?

I am writing this as a cry for help to all UC Irvinites, is that what you're called? Irvinites...Well, you are now. Please help me find this Angel.

And if worse comes to worst, at the very least, I want there to be proof on the internet.... that I am a total bitch and let the girl of my dreams walk out of my car.

You coward.
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