12/01/2010

So yeah, I wrote “Love came in a Ferrari” cause you wanted something light. It is a bit different from my usual I know but I guess that’s what you wanted right? You know, it even has a great background story to it. I mean this is something that really was inspired from my own life.

So there I was driving back from school. And on the freeway, I was busy on my phone. Nothing special really. Just a normal chat with one of my friends. This friend though was actually a bit closer than the rest. Yeah, I’ve made some friends that I actually do care about. Guess it was because I got bored of not caring about anyone.

Anyway, there I was on the highway and right behind me a girl in a brand new Mercedes Benz S Class. Of course all I could do was dream about cars that grand. After all, my parents weren’t rich enough to get me anything better than the three door Toyota Yaris. Not that I’m complaining but being a guy, I do dream of owning a good car.

So there I was drooling over a car and I kind of mentioned it to the girl I was talking on the phone with and she started teasing me about falling in love with a girl in a Benz. Even though I wasn’t really interested in the girl as much as in the car, I thought I should actually play along and didn’t debate it further. Meanwhile the girl pulled out from the freeway and I was left drooling over the memory of the car.

What happened next kind of lead me to write the story. My friend all of a sudden suggested that I write a story based on a girl in a Mercedes. She said I should maybe write “Love came in a Mercedes”. She must have been joking because she didn’t know I wrote but I was like, why hold back? Let’s make it a Ferrari! So that’s how “Love came in a Ferrari” came to be. Pretty cool backstory right?

So yeah, that’s what happened and that’s how the story came to be. Well, all’s well that ends well right? Too bad that I can’t figure out who you were or what other thing you were wearing from the night of New Year’s Eve. I mean seriously girl, you really expect a guy to remember something so trivial? You don’t right? It’s just your way of teasing me right?

Anyway, it would be fun to meet you, but remembering your dress code for the day totally isn’t worth it. No offence. It’s just how we guys are. Or I am, at the very least. So we meet when we meet. Or maybe I’ll catch you sneaking off with my diary someday. It’s always a possibility you know. What? You never considered that? Maybe I already know who you are. You might just not know it yet. See you.