I decided to be brazen about my thirst for her. And I think she liked it to be wanted so badly by a man who nobody had managed to reign over.
As I drove back from her house I had a firm smile plastered across my face and so flagging down by cops, for what they called “routine check” for drunk drivers, came as a bit of a jolt. Anyway, I rolled my window down as instructed and I was asked my name. I replied lazily because I knew the drill; they would not smell any alcohol in my breath and just let me go. But he brought out his breathelyzer and asked me to exhale. The instrument beeped hastily and I was asked to step out of the car. The cop then ordered me to walk in a straight line. I thought this was like crossing a line. I told him that I didn’t drink alcohol ever; not today, like any other day. Now these bunch of cops were looking at me like I was lying and one of them said that if I could walk that straight line, they would let me go. I summoned in my mind all my walking skills from the last 30 years. I had to do this. I felt like an Olympian. I felt like a 7 year old boy being watched by his physical training teachers in anticipated dejection before failing to perform five pull-ups. I opened my eyes as I took the first step and walked a complete straight line. But that didn’t help much because I was walking two and a half feet above the ground.