safer

i met a nice guy a couple of weeks ago and we had dinner. i went out of town for five days and he called me every day. we had dinner again last night. he's not the one but he's nice and he likes me. if i wanted to, i could call him in the middle of the night and he would answer, and probably be happy to hear from me.

he's a mechanic. his hands are strong and thick and all cut up. there's a thin line of black oil around each shortly cut nail. he said he can't feel things with his hands anymore after years of working them so hard, but later, he said my hair felt soft. he wants to put better headlights on my honda, like audi's have, so i'll be safer. he's an audi mechanic.