Comments on: The last of my great platonic chauffeurs http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/ How the West Was Won Wed, 14 Oct 2009 08:31:34 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Savarin http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-216 Savarin Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:06:44 +0000 http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-216 Having lived in LA for quite awhile, I have become use to and adept at driving. But it is a learned skill. I don't have a set office, so I drive everywhere/always. Even before the 'cell phone' ban of talking in the car, I usually used that as a quiet time to listen to music. I would respond to calls at my destination(the STAR TREK headsets freak me out). But driving, like any skill set, requires practice and concentration. Over time. Focus on the task at hand. Personally, I love when a male drives: I can derive so much sexually by how the drive: tenuous or confidant. Crazy or in control. Plus, I love It when they drive, I get a chance to look around, as opposed to looking out for dumbass tourists. Having lived in LA for quite awhile, I have become use to and adept at driving. But it is a learned skill. I don’t have a set office, so I drive everywhere/always.

Even before the ‘cell phone’ ban of talking in the car, I usually used that as a quiet time to listen to music. I would respond to calls at my destination(the STAR TREK headsets freak me out).

But driving, like any skill set, requires practice and concentration. Over time. Focus on the task at hand.

Personally, I love when a male drives: I can derive so much sexually by how the drive: tenuous or confidant. Crazy or in control.

Plus, I love It when they drive, I get a chance to look around, as opposed to looking out for dumbass tourists.

]]> By: Hester http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-96 Hester Wed, 21 May 2008 11:37:46 +0000 http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-96 I seem to know you. Could you be my sister or someting? Ok kidding, but this is eery. Just discovered your blog, and every word you say resonates with disturbing reality in my head. I feel the most free when I'm, specifically, in the back seat of a car driven by two males who don't need me for conversation. I seem to know you. Could you be my sister or someting? Ok kidding, but this is eery. Just discovered your blog, and every word you say resonates with disturbing reality in my head. I feel the most free when I’m, specifically, in the back seat of a car driven by two males who don’t need me for conversation.

]]> By: TheOtherHeather http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-86 TheOtherHeather Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:10:05 +0000 http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-86 C'mon already. Post a new blog. C’mon already. Post a new blog.

]]> By: Peter http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-81 Peter Fri, 01 Feb 2008 23:25:56 +0000 http://boomtownboudoir.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-last-of-my-great-platonic-chauffeurs/#comment-81 The growing up part and the driving like a maniac part are not necessarily connected. I wouldn't be able to understand being a serial passenger. I have so much paranoia when I'm not the driver that I sometimes have to close my eyes and stop looking out of the car. When I used to be less tied to other people's schedules, I would pick a road and see where it went. I haven't done that in a while. The thing is, I never had any desire to have someone with me. Even now, someone will ask me what I've been doing, and if I relate that I had just gone to Allentown of Harrisburg or some other place, the person I tell will often say "Oh, I'd have gone with you." Are people really that dependent? Well, I hope that your practice continues. Best wishes. The growing up part and the driving like a maniac part are not necessarily connected.

I wouldn’t be able to understand being a serial passenger. I have so much paranoia when I’m not the driver that I sometimes have to close my eyes and stop looking out of the car.

When I used to be less tied to other people’s schedules, I would pick a road and see where it went. I haven’t done that in a while. The thing is, I never had any desire to have someone with me. Even now, someone will ask me what I’ve been doing, and if I relate that I had just gone to Allentown of Harrisburg or some other place, the person I tell will often say “Oh, I’d have gone with you.” Are people really that dependent?

Well, I hope that your practice continues.

Best wishes.

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