Stolen Car

 I went on my first date ever in a car. That sounds lame at first glance. What could you possibly do as a date in a car? I would argue that cars are the most intimate places to be. Without music or the sound of the racing highway, cars are silent. You sit there with a person looking at the same view out of the front windshield. You have nothing around you besides the other person. On my first date, we went to the drive-ins. It is a date that forces you to be in the same mind space as the other person. You looked out the same windows. You listened to the same radio. You shared the same air in this little rusted car. Going on a date in a car can seem boring. You might wonder what could possibly be appealing to sitting restricted in this setting with nothing else. I thought that too. I was pleasantly incorrect.

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