Brent drove a blue camaro. I got in on the passenger side and told him where my car was parked so he could take me to it but he took me to lunch first.

We talked for what seemed like the first time. I mean sure, of course we had spoken to each other before. It's just that he had always been so guarded. Now, away from anyone who knew him, he seemed more relaxed as he spoke.

He told me that he didn't have a very good track record when it came to his experiences with women. He'd been making a good amount of money, working from the time he was in highschool, so he had nice things. A nice car, cash in pocket, and of course, that brought the pretty girls. It hadn't taken him long to learn what those women were all about and had developed a healthy mistrust for women in general. His wife had put the cherry on top.

"I wanted to have kids. She wanted bigger tits." he said.

"I gave her tits and then when she got pregnant, she had an abortion and didn't even tell me until afterward."

"Yikes!"

"Then I spent a weekend in jail and she got together with my best friend!"

I didn't say anything. It felt like no words would be good enough for that. But man! OUCH! Ya know? Bottom line... to say he was a bit wary of women would've been a huge understatement.

I told him I understood what it felt like to have people around me just for what they could get. I had grown up in Huntington Harbor. My parents were doctors. I had never wanted for anything and I'd been given a Porsche Targa for my birthday before going off to college. So ya can see what I mean, right? I got it! I'm not sure if he believed me or not, but he agreed to take me to my car and then follow me home.

On the way back to Huntington Beach from Long Beach we raced each other down Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) from traffic light to traffic light. It was really fun! He was really cute! And he smiled at me when we drove past each other and it... hehe... it gave me butterflies in my stomach! Yeah, yeah... I feel you all laughing! C'mon, gimme a break! Anyway...

So, then I got pulled over. - (Can't you just imagine hearing a car come screeching to a stop right here?) I was gonna leave this part out but for some reason, I don't know why, something won't let me! I feel compelled to include it! - so yeah, while flying down PCH, we came upon some black & whites (cops, 5-0, johnny law!) on the side of the road, with somebody they'd already pulled over. I hoped they were going to be too busy to worry about us, but no... There was that motorcycle cop, running back to his bike to get me. Brent drove right on by like he didn't know me. (Of course he did! What would I have expected him to do?) Ah well...

After the cop handed me my ticket and told me I was free to go, I pulled back onto the road and wondered if Brent would still be there. I saw him then, sitting back behind a tree on a side street, as stealth as he could be, about three blocks up. He pulled in behind me and followed me the rest of the way home.

When we got to my house I saw Brent looking up at the house with a look on his face I couldn't define. We walked thru the front door. I walked ahead of him. Without any words but a smile on my face, I took his hand and led him straight thru the house past the family room and out the back door to the back patio. I led him to the rail and turned to look at him while i leaned back against it. He looked around at all the nice houses and the docks with their cabin cruisers and sports fishing boats (It really was a beautiful view!) and smiled. He looked into my eyes and with a huge smile, said,

"I've never felt so comfortable in my life!"

And we both broke out laughing as he picked me up in his arms and gave me a big squeeze. God! This boy was adorable!