I was in my car today and one of my favorite songs came over the radio, so of course I turn it up and started to jam (oh did that word just age me?). This is not the first time and won’t be the last this has happened to me, but just as the chorus rolls around I look in to the car beside me on the freeway and low and behold a super hot guy smiles and rolls his eyes at my apparent lack of self control. “Shit,” and I check my self in the mirror, “how do I do this every time?” Picture this fat broad singing and rocking out in her car, ALONE! Yes chalk one up for the total looser. And what do you do at this point? Wave at afore mentioned hot guy and pretend that there is someone else in the car? Duck and possibly crash? No, I just continue to sing my heart out. What did you think a happily married girl was to do? Race to the side of his car and hold up a pre-made card that displays my number and how hot I find him listed on it? Actually 10 yrs ago I would have, and yes I did get a date doing this. The only thing worse than the hot guy scenario is of course when you see someone that you kind of know. You know the ones…new neighbor 2 doors down, the bishop’s wife, a friend of a friend, just someone that you never have something to start up a conversation with. “Oh Yes, I do remember passing you on the road the other day, you cut me off and had Aerosmith blaring so loud you couldn’t possibly have heard the things I called you. And yes I did notice you were singing the wrong lyrics.” Oh well, I didn’t need their high regard anyhow.