Back in 2016 on my way to work I was listening to a report on NPR about a guy who had a stroke and they were talking to a doctor about it. Her first name sounded Iranian although I didn't catch her last name. When they finally referred to her again I realized that not only did I know her, but I had dated her on Oct. 1, 2003, right after the quarterfinal games of the 2003 women's World Cup between Sweden and Brazil and then the US and Norway. We went to a Thai restaurant, she showed me around Boston and we had ice cream before I drove back to Connecticut.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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