My Dominating Passenger
As a bit of a laugh, I mentioned one evening in the pub that I liked a bit of domination. It wasn’t supposed to be a poke at Matt night, but that is what it turned out to be. I was being ribbed from all directions. Then Jim mentioned that he knew a woman called Sandra that would love to take me for a ride.
“Sexy?” I questioned him, he nodded.
“Does she go for it?” I questioned again, he nodded again, but this time he had the broadest grin on his face ever.
“What are you grinning for,” I asked. Again he just nodded and said that she would not let me down. He then handed me her telephone number on a card and told me to give her a ring. The rest of the lads laughed until they were blue in the face. It felt like I was being set up.
It was two days after that fateful night in the pub that I found myself sat at home looking at the card in front of me. I played the evening back through my mind, his grin, the rest of the lads laughing and egging me on, and me taking the card and pretending to throw it away.
I picked up the phone, dialled the number. It rang, and rang and rang. I let out a sigh of relief as I started to put the phone down. Then I heard the voice.
“Hello, Sandra speaking!”, the phone blurted out.
I pulled the phone back to my ear and started to speak in a very flustered manner. I started by telling her my name and who had given me her number. We spoke for a good few minutes and then she asked what had prompted Jim to give me her number. I hesitated but decided to tell the truth. She then asked whether I would like to see her and maybe go for a ride. I was unsure as to what to do, it wasn’t so much a request or a question as a bit of an order, but I eventually agreed. She asked whether I could pick her up in about an hour from her home, I agreed and to be honest, I was looking forward to it. I still didn’t know whether Jim’s description of her would hold out. I was expecting to walk into the biggest joke of all time.