The Man, the Blonde, and the Roadside Glance
There he was, a man cruising in his car, radio humming, life feeling as ordinary as Tuesday leftovers. Then he spotted her—a blonde woman standing by the roadside, hair catching the sunlight like it was auditioning for a shampoo commercial. Naturally, his curiosity did what curiosity does: it slammed the brakes on his chill.
He rolled down the window. “Hey there,” he said, trying to sound cool but landing somewhere between polite neighbor and confused GPS voice. For a split second, he imagined this was the beginning of a rom-com. Maybe she’d ask for a ride, maybe they’d share a laugh, maybe Netflix would call to buy the rights.
But reality? She gave him that look. You know the one: half polite, half “why is this guy interrupting my thoughts about dinner?” The silence stretched. The man panicked. Suddenly, the moment didn’t feel like destiny—it felt like an awkward TikTok draft.
So what did he do? He smiled, nodded like he’d just solved world peace, and then broom! He floored it down the road. Tires squealed, dignity barely intact, leaving the blonde woman blinking in his dust cloud, probably wondering if she’d accidentally starred in a car commercial.
Not every roadside glance is a love story. Sometimes it’s just a reminder that it’s safer—and way less awkward—to let the moment pass you by.
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