1985 lamborghini countach....
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haha id say like maybe mid 30's? but thats even too old i think. i mean come on. he bar hops almost every night? obviously the dude's loaded. he has a lamborghini and a bentley....
my friend and i were talking about how i could meet him again, by just kinda waiting outside for him. awkward.
i suggested i revert back to the 80's and leave an oh so adorable note on the windshield of his car. thoughts?
hahah yeah but its an 1985 lamborghini, it doesnt mean he's loaded at all.
but yes. leave him a note on his car. if a girl did that to me i'd totally find it cute.
way to rain on my parade skanko.... but no. he's loaded. i mean. bar hoping 5-6 different bars a night? and paying for parking too? and obviously not living here, but paying 180 for parking monthly?
im not raining. i just dont want you to be disappointed.
and ur probably right. I SAY LEAVE THE NOTE.
i know i know skanko. haha ACK! im giddy. and its hilarious. and it makes nooooo sense. now.... what does this note say!?
"hi. i just wanted to say that im marry. and you're super cute. the end." ?
"hi i met you the other night. we talked about rent etc. i just wanted to introduce myself because i felt ruse. im marry. hope to see you around again. xox."
I WAS JUST DARED TO LEAVE MY NUMBER/EMAIL ADDRESS.....
why is this having such an effect on me?
Totally. Just like the last thing, wanted to interoduce myself, hope to see you around, if u ever want to do something here's my number... put it in his hands. although id probably be a big chicken if i got a note like that. but maybe not.
SERIOUSLY?! THE LAMBO MOVED?! AND IT WAS A CUTIE WHO DID THE MOVIN
?!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
skanko. but thats the problem. is i might not see him for another 3-4 months. cause who knows WHEN he's going to move it again.
aoweiur! is effing RIGHT!? Holy crap! Well, now we don't have to steal it we just have to get you hooked up with the owner ;)
and a new note from my friend:
"hi cutie, you're cute, im cute, lets have cute babies. heres my number"
hrm. from a man standpoint, the word BABIES is a bonerkiller. unless you say, LETS PRACTICE MAKING BABIES. or something.
but thats a good one too. as guys (aka me) we just like having a girl take the step and say YO IDIOT I THINK YOU ARE CUTE, LETS HANG OUT AND MAYBE MAKE OUT A BUNCH. thats fun. and it doesnt happen alot.
ok WHAT? Hell even ID do christian bale.
you should just start quoting american pyscho to him.
you KINDA have to be rich to actively drive a 1985 Countach around, since those things jettisoned parts and dumped oil all over the ground even when they were BRAND NEW. Not that I don't love 'em!
related: best promo picture of Ratatat everrrrrrr
http://www.antiquiet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/lambo.jpg
@scurvy - is that a DIABLO? the diablo was the first car i LOVED as a little kid.
@skanko: no way, Diabro! That's an LP400, which tacked on the NACA vents and ridiculous airbox/vent overload rear cooling solution, but didn't have the huge spoiler or fender flares that would come with later revisions.
I used to have a coffee table book about the development of the Countache that had all kinds of good information, which I'm pretty sure somebody stole from me, but I found a nice overview here:
http://xirdal.lmu.de/cgi-bin/blosxom.cgi/2008/01/23#countach_evolution
ho shit.i really should have looked longer than i did. HOW THE HELL DID I CONFUSE THE LP400 WITH A DIABLO. I'm retarded.

from the day i moved in, there has been a 1985 lamborghini countach parked in the same spot. i have never. ever. seen it move.
today. i got home from class. and it was in the driveway. and there was an adorable man with feathered hair sticking out of it. he took it out tonight. as i parked my car and got ready to open the garage door to get in, he opened it for me. it was a movie moment. i proceeded to park. as i was walking back towards the door, he was parking. i was in love.
we proceeded to talk for what seemed like an eternity. could he have been any cuter? telling me about how he takes it out every 3-4 months, bar hopping 5-6 bars a night, how he lost his garage door opener. adorable. and oh so friendly. we start talking about rent, in retrospect, i question if it was his way of trying to come inside…. hahaha. we moved from by his car to closer to the door. me directly in front of the door, him standing underneath the garage door. one hand on it, for support, and the other in a pocket. it was straight out of an 80’s movie. he had on jeans, a button down, and a blazer. and an oh so adorable accent. ::sigh::
then. like most things too good to be true, the conversation slowly started dying. [i swear i was talking to him for a good half hour.] and we parted ways. him walking backwards out of the garage, still wishing me a good night. and to take care. and to have a great night. and me fumbling with my keys to get in the door. i sighed as i walked up the stairs. i went to check the mail. then. i thought. let me go outside and see if i can catch him. and introduce myself. then i chickened out. but. it was too late. he had seen me about to walk out the door to the outside. so awkwardly. i smiled and waved at him. he did the same. and then. just as quickly as it started, he was gone.
::sigh:: will i ever meet this dream man again?