I just wanted to drive. I found myself roaming the mountain roads of North Georgia. As I rounded a curve I ended up behind a bright blue RAV sitting at a stop sign. The roads were wet and my brakes decided, at that particular moment, not to work. I watched as the hood of my car met the back of the RAV. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I just hoped the person in the other car wouldn’t be hurt. Trying not to panic and failing, I got out of the car to meet the other driver and assess the damage. At least he’s attractive, I thought as he got out of his car. “I’m so sorry! My brakes did something weird and I couldn’t stop in time...” I babbled on. “Are you ok?” He asked, looking concerned. “I am. Are you?” He said he was. We decided not to call the police since there wasn’t really any damage (who wants to deal with a ticket). “Why don’t I take you out to dinner?” he asked, seeing that I was upset and wanting me to feel better. I just looked at him....confused...I was the one who hit him! I thought. I agreed before I even realized it. As i got back in my car I wondered, where did that come from, why did I say ok, I should turn around and go home! He could be insane and kidnap me. Once we got to the restaurant and sat down the conversation flowed as if we had known each other forever. And the happily ever after begins!