I was checking out these two really hot girls on bicycles... when BAM!!! I fucking smash my Jeep into a van sitting there waiting to turn. So fucking embarrassing... I had direct eye contact with one of the hotties, only to realize too late that there was a van waiting to turn. Thank God that the girls kept on riding. I made no mention of them to the police.
The girl in the Van says her neck hurts... and my Jeep is smashed up and had to be towed away. It's hasnt been a good day.
...However! The girl in the Van was giving me that weird smile ugly girls do when they flirt. After giving each other our names and phone numbers, she joked about this being a weird way to get a guys number. (wasnt that line from an Ally McBeal show?)
Maybe I could use this to my advantage some way. Id say she was a 5. If I was drunk and the lights were dim, she could be a 7. Defiantly doable material. Im pretty sure she's 18 because she mentioned college.
Fuck, if I get sued, my insurance company would surely drop me. What to do?
