Oh, and yes. When the date with the other man finally ended, I was driving home, and conveniently had to pass the Doctor's street. He lives only half a mile from my house, off the same main street that I live. And while doing all this passing of his street, without even thinking about it, I turned down it, and there was his car. And his house.
And then I realized, I'm on the Doctor's street, stalking out his car, after midnight. What am I doing? What does this mean? Stalker! Stalker! And on and on. And then I realized that I had to turn back around on his street and drive past his car and house again because I had to actually go home.
Reflexive? Reflexive to drive past the house of the man you've recently begun dating? I can't even give myself the credit. I really wasn't even thinking, just acted. Like a crisis situation? Was the other date that bad?
I've deemed it an out of body experience. I cannot hold myself accountable for those six seconds.
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