DATAGRL
“Why don’t you just do a license plate lookup?” “How about one of those reverse license plate searches?” These are the questions that my mom always asks me when I call home. She hates the fact that I’m on the road all the time. At least she takes comfort in the fact that I have License Plate with me, but really, I don’t think that gives her that much peace of mind. Regardless, I’m still on the road searching for license plates and stories. Today was an interesting one. It actually went in a direction I hadn’t intended.
Middle of Alabama. It is hot out today. I forgot how miserable it can be in the south during the summer. I seem to always plan my outings poorly. I’m in the north during the winter and in the south when the heat starts boiling up the middle months on the calendar. My friends need to get their schedules more in accordance with mine, that way I could crash on their couch when I don’t stick to the leather because of all the humidity. Sorry, long day.
So here I am, cruising the streets with License Plate in tow. We’re just on a walk at this point. It always feels so good to stretch our legs once we get out of the car. I can search for license plates on foot much easier than in the car. I don’t have to worry about crashing in to anything and even if I do, because sadly it has happened, I’m no worse for the collision. I was up the street from my friend’s apartment complex when I came across this girl having some ice cream. Well, she was trying to have some ice cream. The heat was too much for it and it had succeeded to drip down her arm and on to the bench she was sitting on. I sat down next to her because there was a dog drinking fountain and License Plate looked like she could use a fill up.
We started talking about the weather and how her ice cream looked good, even though it was melting. I joked she must not be from the area if she was brave enough to try to eat ice cream in the middle of the day. She giggled and told me that she was from the town, but she had a craving for some strawberry ice cream while she was on her lunch break. It seems that she is a data security officer for one of the insurance companies in town. Once she finished up her cone, I started walking with her and talking some more. She eventually came to a black Lincoln towncar and stopped. Of course I looked at the license plate and suggested she must like her job since it said DATAGRL. Once again, she giggled and told me that it wasn’t her car, but she thought it might give me the hint that I should “dat(e) a girl.” She asked me out then and we had dinner that night. I thought that was such a corny way of asking someone on a date that I had to share it with everyone. It was a good date though, so I’m not embarrassed relating how it all fell in to place.