Giddy

Rides

I love having a guy drive me around. It gives me those romantic aesthetic feelings that I can never really describe, and I think it makes guys look just that much more attractive.

So I compare three boys who have driven me: Dylan, Kyle, and Andrew. And these are the instances in which I have driven alone with them, with a sort of exception.

Firstly, Dylan. I actually haven't been in the car with him alone, but when I was with him at the time it felt like it; he and a couple other friends and I had gone to an amusement park and were on the way home rather late at night--it must have been around eleven--and my other two friends had fallen asleep. He had his trap music flowing through the speakers, and I struggled to stay awake since I had the responsibility of giving him directions. I could tell that he was exhausted in his face, and I thought it were only fair that I stay up with him.

With Dylan, I felt a sense of security and safety. Of course, my feelings may have been a bit distorted from the intoxication of exhaustion, but I remember this feeling. I was assured that he was going to protect us, just from how he drove. I was comfortable, and although I previously had feelings for him, he had become more of a brother to me, him being my best friend's twin and all.

Second: Kyle. I'm not sure if the first time he drove me was home from a meeting we had together or after my first date. Either way, I just felt a strange awkwardness with him since we still didn't know each other very well. I know on the ride home from our date he tried to make conversation with me, but mostly his truck was just filled with silence. It doesn't help of course that I'm already the quiet one, but Kyle isn't quiet... with people he's comfortable with.

His driving didn't worry me at all, but I felt perhaps he was being too polite. And the time he drove me home from a meeting, I felt like a cat had got his tongue, or he just didn't know what to talk about. There was a distance I felt between us and it clearly felt like there was only a slim chance of it become narrower.

Lastly is Andrew. I love Andrew. He's an awesome friend and we have the same birthday!

He loves to talk, I think. He's good at having conversations, which is where I fall short, so I was grateful that he would ask me questions and never responded with something that would cut the conversation short. There's a genuine interest I feel from him whenever we talk. And on that car ride, he just felt like that guy best friend that every girl needs; not the guy best friend who becomes your lover and not the guy best friend who's gay so it's "safe" for you to befriend them, but just the good guy.

Nice guy. That's it.

That's all really. This isn't particularly anything giddy, but you know now that I am really attracted to guys who can drive. 

So, yes, there was a brief moment where these boys had me hooked, and it was all in the drive home.