Awkward Flame _ Hit You

So this story is the REAL reason I decided to start blogging. I was telling this story to my mom, and she said that considering all the the things that have happened to me in my lifetime, I should really start writing them down on paper. So here's my "Hit on you" story.

Last weekend I was driving back home to Chicago for my sister's birthday/Halloween extravaganza. I was trying to get onto 90 West from 290, on that really awkward cloverleaf by Woodfield, and it was POURING buckets outside. Anyways, as I look in my rearview mirror, I see this white car gaining on me, while I'm basically immobile in the "soon to get onto the cloverleaf" line. Anyways, with the slick conditions and possibly a few crayons short of the rainbow, the car hits me. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. It was raining, I had an orthodontist appointment that was coming up pretty fast, and I really had to pee. Best solution; be as nice as possible, smile pretty, get the registration and insurance information and get back into the car. So I did.
The guy who hit me was taller, blondish hair and had a backpack in the car. You'd think there would be some cuteness potential, but his hair was that nerdy, I'm too awkward to take care of my physical appearance and too self conscience to show you my real face style that just hung off his head in no particular arrangement. His demeanor was rather frazzled and all-together disorganized. Basically I couldn't wait to get out of there.
Numbers exchanged we both drove away and about 45 minutes later I get a text from him saying. "ok, question. is this ur cell number or house number?"
I responded with, "It's my cell number."
He replied with, "ok. cool. well let me know how much I owe you for damages and if it's not too awkward or out of line, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner sometime. I figured I already hit you, I might as well hit on you."
And that's when I started laughing. And I couldn't stop. I mean, who would have thought of that? I couldn't believe how forward he was. It was like... oh yah, so I hit you with my car, can we go out sometime? So I responded with:
"Um, not too awkward, just funny. Is that how you meet everyone?"
"Yep, I just cruise around 290 on rainy nights looking for cute girls to hit and ask out."
And that's when the creep factor came in. Sense of humor: check. Awkward creepy responses: check.
I told Brett what had happened, and his response, after laughing for forever was, "Oh Peatree, the life you lead as a hot girl." Followed soon after with, "So are you going to go?"
My mom responded with, "Youth is wasted on the young." Whatever that means.
And my friend Kayla said I attract awkward moments like moths to a flames. Apparently I'm the awkward flame.