Lips & Red Lights

Flow With The Traffic

The Travel Tab is dedicated to all things in motion. This post involves traveling by car. Lets call the experiences, "Drive-by." Unlike a drive-thru, it usually comes with a negative connotation - but, not in these cases. Each encounter brief, but memorable.

The memory use to register in my mind as a question; - asking, how is it, any woman [not necessarily me] experienced such and yet, spent much of her life single? Over time it no longer posed as a question. My mother and I spoke often about the things of life. I still adore the day among our many conversations, when she spoke these words: "I feel sorry for the woman who doesn't have memories to keep her warm in her old age."

Here are a couple, that-do just that. My father and others came into town; I picked them up from the airport, my father sat in the back as I made my mad dash from the busy airport and street. The traffic light caught me - to my left in the turning lane, a rather well-put together man (he too caught by the light) said to me, "I'm sure, no way you are single, I would love to get to know you." RIGHT THEN, the light turned green!

The early eighties - were so different than today - this next memory, I couldn't imagine myself, ever [and I do mean, ever] doing in recent years. Back when I lived in Chicago; on a beautiful summer's day (they don't last long in the windy city - so it's that) while driving, for a few blocks I was catching every red light. It was as though, the car to my right was in sync with me. With every stop, he spoke to me, first introducing himself, he was very complimentary. Next light, he asked for my name. Our next stop, it was all about light weight joking re: the traffic lights. Next stop and question: "May I kiss you?" Me not answering; smiled, he then said, "lets pull over to the curb".. So I followed.

Handsome and tall, he walked over and after a brief chit-chat, he leaned in and tenderly kissed my lips. What makes this memory, so lovely - the kiss was not french; it was an innocent curiosity of passion. Afterwards; we without exchanging info, went our separate ways.

Mama was right...

Times are different; but, don't be afraid to live in the moment.