G35

It is an instant attraction.

The compact body with smooth ivory skin glimmers in the sun. Even while parked passively in the parking structure, I am drawn to its bold and carefree nature that show through. With the remote I unlock the doors--the headlights flash, as if to whimsically wink at me.

There is no hesitation. I throw the key off to the side and impatiently push down on a button to start the engine. It plays for me The Doors' "Light My Fire." Oh, I get the message.

We don't take time to get to know each other. I know only what I need to know, and it doesn't need to know me at all--and that is fine. Before long, I am driving it through the surface streets at 50mph, weaving in and out of traffic. As I pass the police station, a thought briefly registers to slow down a bit...but it whispers to me, there's no fun without a little danger. So I continue speeding through the streets, hugging every curve within my reach.

It is not a long drive. I hit home as abruptly as I fell into its charms. When I do, I simply walk away. There is no lingering, no looking back.

At night, alone in bed, I find myself wondering...is this what one-night stand is like?