He somehow has a blank piece of paper and he writes on there and holds it up to his window.
“Pull over after the toll”
I dunno. This is the kinda stuff you see in movies. Get kidnapped and then chopped up and stuff. Or read about in kindle books under Dark Dark Romance lol.
But right after the toll booth I’m a bit intrigued and from the waist up he looks kinda cute.
So, I pull over.
His name is FREEWAY and tomorrow I’m gonna give you the deets on what happened afterwards!
Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,
Alexis Angel
Freeway Part Two
Sorry about the freebie yesterday, fixed it!
So I dunno if you caught my last newsletter but a lot of you have mentioned that you are reading them daily and if there is a way I could all put it together. Let me know if that’s something you would like to see. That way you can keep like all the things I said and have an archive. I might also be too full of myself and waaaaay to vain so if you think it’s a terrrrrible idea lemme know too, k?
Anyways, so there I was, having pulled over my car on the side of the freeway getting off the San Rafael bridge because some strange hot guy heading to the toll booth asked me too. I mean, what if all he wanted was to carjack my car? I just leased it a few months ago. Maybe he wants to steal it? I would wanna steal it. When I get time I’ll show you some pictures of it lol.
So he pulls up in front of me and he gets out and OH MY GOD. He’s gorgeous.
I immediately get out of my car too and I forget that I’m just wearing yoga pants and a really loose shirt over a sports bra – no makeup no nothing. And this guy is probably in a $1000 suit. From my Wall Street days, I’m guessing either Brioni or Ferragamo. Like he knows how to dress.
So I don’t remember the whole conversation unless I’m in my head and thinking it, but the gist of it (romanticized in my head) went like this:
FREEWAY: I saw you and had to get you to stop
ALEXIS: Uhm, hello, Normal people don’t do this.
FREEWAY: What is your name, gorgeous?
ALEXIS: Uhm, I’m Alexis. Whats yours?
FREEWAY: Freeway
Alexis: Oh. Hi.
FREEWAY: We don’t have time for small talk. We’re on the middle of a busy…freeway. Have a drink with me this Friday.
ALEXIS: Kinda sudden, no? You don’t wanna sext first?
FREEWAY: So we can send each other pictures of our privates?
ALEXIS: Yes?
FREEWAY: Shouldn’t we do that after a few drinks at Bourbon and Branch?
ALEXIS: I dunno if I should do speakeasy with a strange man
FREEWAY: That’s fine. Take my number. Call me if you change your mind. Or send me a picture of your pussy if your more comfortable
ALEXIS: (laughing) You know I was joking about sexting right? I only do that with people I’m gonna sleep with
FREEWAY: You’ll want to sleep with me.