The Uber Crazy Story’s

Passion, romance, forplay and excitement in one Uber boobler cabby ride.

The highlight of a Uber ride goes something like this… when I picked up a beautiful girl named Isis. She was waiting for me, a complete stranger, she waved, smiling like a lily flower, I jammed on the breaks. I skidded to a stop. She walked to the rear door and opened it. My heart pounded lust, excitement, she jumped in the back smiling happy and said Lawrence? I quickly replied, yes its me my lady… Isis is that right? Yes. We drove off, I looked in the rearview, what a beauty, we started to talk, I asked her where are you going? She replied, the art gallery you see my mother is a artist, here in Brentwood, I’m visiting f room the NIetherlands, so I figure I better see her work to carry on a conversation. So I asked her, are you going to stay? She replied no way. I find the people here all wanting to be something they are not. And the traffic, its insane, people living going and coming on the road. Yuk, that is no life for me. In the Netherlands, we walk, we are just us, nobody is trying to be someone they are not. And besides its way to expensive to live in Los Angeles, people work all day go hoe sleep get up and work, what kind of life is that? I said I agree totally Isis. I added did you know there is a song written about y you? She smiled, yes, they play it for my birthday, I’m 39 and well with age we grow up wiser and things change. I replied, and now I understand the man who wrote it, he was right, your amazing. She smiled. Her sandy blonde hair waved at me, and there was no window down. Lolo. Her white skin, perfectly tanned screamed healthy. She was so attractive, beautiful clear eyes, her soul came out of them, I stared at her in the rearview, Isis was friendly, happy, wise, and unlike La, pretentious ones. She was someone to die with. A free spirited all natural woman, blossoming from the Netherlands. She seemed wildly erotic (in a good way) without saying a word. A colorful artcy dresser, and she smelled like a flower candy. I told her you smel really good. She smiled. Her cent changed like the seasons winter spring summer and fall, I sniffed the air, slyly, my nose pulsated like a rabbit in heat. We talked all the way down the road, without missing a beat, it was ass-cracking mind-blowing forplay. Two strangers, smiling i the rearview you see, I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted time with her, having fun, but she said she was leaving for her home the Nethlands, tomorrow, and not coming back. She liked to walk, freeely, and not be satuck in traffic with a bunch of people wanting to be someone they are not. And so the Cab ride came to a end, I was dropping her off, at the art gallery, it was Sunday, and the car stopped. She open the door, I quickly turned and gave her my card, and said; Hey if you need a ride call me, she said thanks. She asked if I drive to LAX, airport? I said sure just cal me. We waved goodby. I quickly realized I should of asked to go in to the art gallery, and check it out with her. I let her get away, and I new I’d never see her again. And that my friends is called I didn’t go all in for her. Men and woman. What a can of worms.