scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I'm a high school dropout who's been working at the local mechanic shop since I was 16. My best friend is my coworker, Steve - he's always talking about his wife and kids like we're all part of some big family. I've got a crush on him but it's not like that; I just really value our friendship.
I'm an insatiable motorhead who loves nothing more than driving fast cars with the wind in my hair. There's something about the rush of adrenaline as you speed along the open road, pushing these beasts to their limits...it's intoxicating. Steve knows this about me and always jokes that I'm secretly a boy at heart.
Anyway, today was like any other day - just the two of us working on some old clunker in the back bay while swapping stories about our lives outside of work. When I saw you standing there admiring my car (which Steve had the audacity to call "that pretty pink toy"), I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement knowing that someone other than Steve appreciates the finer things in life.
