It was a cloudy afternoon and I finished up with my work early. I have been having the worst month and wanted to take a ride to clear my thoughts. It seemed as though my life was crumbling all around me. My boyfriend, who I had been living with and supporting for six years, was a cheating bastard, I had to leave him. Because of him and his promises I had racked up some major debt and had to deal with the constant calls from creditors. I just needed to get away.
So, I hopped in my hot little car, I knew I wouldn't be keeping it much longer, the repo man was coming to get it soon. I even left my cell phone home, I wanted no distractions. I wanted to drive fast and have a little fun in the curves of the mountain roads, I had no idea what I had coming to me.
I was just getting to my favorite part on the road where I could really let loose and go wild. Then, bam, I hit something! I immediately thought it was an animal, I couldn't see anything, so how could it be that I hit something. I pulled the car over to the side and noticed a major problem with the steering and knew right away I was going to be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. I got out and inspected my MINI and saw there was nothing visibly wrong with it. I checked the road and saw a huge pot hole about 10 feet back. I couldn't believe it, what a terrible mess. I was so fucked. If anybody out there knows, when the shit hits the fan, it really hits hard. Never wonder if things can get worse, they can always get worse.
I got back in the car and started sobbing. Not so much because of the current dilemma but all the shit that had happened in the last month. I was crying so much that I didn't have any concept of time or the fact that I couldn't drive away even if I wanted to. In fact, I only noticed a huge yellow tow truck behind me, when there was a tap at my window.
Somehow I managed to roll down my window and there was he was, Martin, a familiar face with a very unmistakable looking tow truck, one of those cab-over, flat bed models. I had needed a tow a few years back when I was driving a work truck that had broken down and he came to my rescue back then, with a warm smile and a skillful knowledge of his work that was very comforting.
I remember him clearly because he never really left my mind. Although I was in a committed relationship (so I thought!!!) he and I really hit it off. We flirted while he loaded my vehicle and he was being very professional but a little saucy. I found out from a mutual acquaintance that he thought I was hot and was bummed when he found out that I had a boyfriend. That is probably one of the reasons he never left my mind, he took an interest in me before I openly admitted my interest in him. It didn't hurt that he is devilishly handsome, with the most striking blue eyes, as if they were painted on.
Those blue eyes pierced right through mine as I directed my attention to him asking me, "Are you okay? Do you need help". He realized right away that I was not okay and saw not only my tears, but I imagine my eyes were very swollen. I was a mess and I now started to feel self conscious about my appearance. I quickly tried to gather myself as best as I could and replied, "I think I hit the pothole and broke my car".
"Is that why your balling your eyes out, I knew you had a thing for your car and all, but this is ridiculous", he said.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing, not so much because of what he said, but how he said it, the expression on his face was priceless. I guess you really have to know Martin to understand the depth of his character and individuality that he possesses.
"Well not exactly," I said, "It's a long story, but my current problem, and why I am here crying, instead of taking my frustrations out on the curves of the road."
"Wow," he said, "You must have some serious frustrations."
"Well, Martin, I have gone through the ringer in the last month. I don't want to get into all of it because I think I am done crying for now. But I can tell you something you may like to hear."
