I was meeting a friend for dinner last tonight, and as usual, my goal was to avoid paying for parking. In L.A., this can be tricky. Unless you are dining in suburban meccas like Arcadia or Van Nuys, chances are you will be forced to valet. A valet can add another $10-20 minimum to the cost of the meal. Not to sound cheap, but I would rather pay for an extra drink than have my money go towards a valet charge, especially since the attendants are taking my coveted meter spaces (and therefore, forcing me to valet).
It was my lucky night. Well, it started that way. I found the last space in the street in front of the restaurant, behind a guy who’d pulled in just before me. The only problem was the back bumper of my car. It protruded into the parking entrance of a garage behind me. Feeling dejected, I realized I would have to cave in and fork over $10 for valet.
But then, a miracle of sorts happened. The guy who parked in front of me noticed that I was struggling, trying to fit my car into a space that was too small. He pulled up until I had enough room to stay parked.
I waved at him in thanks as he got out of his car. I noticed then that he was really cute, and smiling at me. I smiled back, wondering if he was going to the same restaurant.
I reached into my purse for lip gloss, taking time to apply another coat before meeting my friend. I looked up from the mirror and noticed the hot guy was back, and getting into his car. I watched, wondering if I should knock on his window and thank him.
He started the engine and put his car in reverse. I thought he’d left room in front of his car, but then I heard the scrape of his bumper against mine.
I waited, thinking that he would get out of his car and apologize, see if there was any damage. After all, he was such a nice guy to help me park. But he never got out. Instead, he pulled into oncoming traffic without ever giving me a glance, as though he didn’t even know he hit me.
What bothered me most was that I never got out of my car…I didn’t check the damage, and I didn’t try to stop him, or talk to him. I let him pull away, because my first thought was…well, he was just so nice! Ok, and he was really hot.
So here I am with a damaged fender, and I will have to pay to fix it. And it’s my fault. I am wondering if anyone else has avoided confrontation with someone because he did you a favor. Or perhaps you let a girl get away with something because she was too good looking. I hate to admit it, but last night I caved. I was mesmerized by the fact that a guy culd be so good looking and still be nice.
I’m a sucker for a good deed I guess.
About Kelly Seal
Kelly is a freelance writer based in Los Angeles, CA. She blogs about dating, relationships, personal growth and what "healthy living" means to her. You can follow her on Google+, Twitter @kellyseal or through her website www.kellyseal.com.
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