After months of not exactly being “lucky in love” I have tried to keep a positive attitude, however this past weekend may have hammered the final nail in the coffin. Allow me to set the scene.
The evening started out pretty hilarious. Dinner with the work crew, a limo ride to the Rhianna concert. We got carded in line for drinks (always an ego boost). We danced, we sang, we acted ridiculous, we even got our boss on city transit.
After tired feet, and hungry tummies dictated that it was time to hit up some late night snacking the ladies of ICUC took to a cab in search of late night poutine (not my idea - poutine is just WRONG in my opinion).
The ride there was filled with all the good stuff that 2 a.m. and cocktails will do to a person. Rehashing of things that happened only minutes ago, a review of all the people we met and comparisons of hunger levels such as: “I’m so hungry I could eat a…”.
From the front seat of the cab you have to balance asking the cabbie about his night, and maintaining volume control as to not get kicked out, or so my knowledge of cab ride etiquette dictates. However it appears as if passengers are supposed to be giving a lot more these days - for which I was wholly unprepared.
Upon paying the cab driver for our ride, he mentioned what a nice person I was, for which I graciously thanked him and handed over my cash. Upon reaching for my change the cab driver leaned in to give me a kiss, which I deflected to my upper right cheek just under my eye.
The following three seconds were spent searching for the right thing to say to one another, which we simultaneously blurted out, sounding something like: WhhaaNO!aaOohh. My words were bolded there in case you couldn’t tell.
Upon exiting the cab with the feeling that one has after finding a tick on them, I told my friends about the mobile molestation, to which one responded: I’m starving and I have to pee.
I can’t say for sure which incident was more upsetting.
