Almost 34 years ago to the day, I lost my cherry in the back seat of my Dad's 1962 Buick LeSabre (my own '71 Chevelle was in the shop), the first of many wonderful sexual escapades in cars. That was then. Last night, I met a BSW named Foxy on JD around 1 am and, after finding a secluded spot, negotiated a CBJ for $30. She was businesslike but accomodating and gave it her best but, after seven or eight minutes, it was clear that I wasn't going to make it happen so I thanked her and dropped her off. The entire time, I was scanning the mirrors for LE and thinking about how wrong it is that they can take your car if you're busted. There were too many extraneous thoughts on my mind to enjoy the moment which could have been quite pleasant under better circumstances.
Does anyone else have similar anxieties with car dates or is it just newbie nerves and it'll go away? How many of these women have rooms they will take you to? That seems like a better alternative for me.