I've taken this girl about as far as she will go. She sits there in the passenger seat, tiny tee and short skirt, legs crossed and hands clasped tightly on her lap. We're 22,000 miles high in geosynchronous orbit over her parents' house, and nudity doesn't appear to be an option.
"The force is strong in you. Why don't you join me on the dark side?"
Her head shakes no.
"We could do wonderful things together."
No, again.
"I'll let you fly."
No.
"You know, I flew a thousand astronomical units to get here tonight. I'd have thought you might show some appreciation, but I guess I was wrong. It tears me up inside. I'm tempted to kill the engines right now. If I do, we'll both plummet to Earth in a fiery ball of sad, sorry death, but at least we'd be together forever. Is that what you want?"
It's late. Past her curfew. She just wants to go home.
"Fine, then. I'll take you home. But don't wait around for me to come calling. This extraterrestrial don't phone home no more."
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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