Like most male-female journeys, the drive starts out a lot of fun. Just the two of you. The open road. A good sountern rock album blazin through the speakers. Fingers poppin' the steering wheel as the wind blows through your hair.
When the time is right, he moves in for a moment. She plays hard to get.
Next thing you know she's flipped the tuner from the Black Crowes to the Black Eyed Peas! The nerve!
"Take a left at the dance studio. Our tango lessons start tonight! I'm SO excited!" I guess the monster truck rally will have to wait.