Sidequest 17
Golddigger
This rather disappointing tale is an important example of how the rules change for someone like me.
To set the scene I'm in the later half of high school, I'm currently dating Fake Girlfriend #2
To set the scene, the two of us are arguing over the phone about her being selfish.
Yes, I'll go there.
To be more specific, we're arguing about the details of us going on a 'break'.
Fake GF #2 has decided she wants to start seeing other people... but there's a catch.
We're supposed to stay as boyfriend and girlfriend while we're on a break as she dips into seeing other people.
Me: Umm, hell no!
Me: If you want to see other people, that's your choice. But that means we are 'broken up' we are no longer dating!
I'm not going to just sit around ok with 'officially' being your boyfriend while you're out seeing other guys. How stupid does that make me look?
I don't care what she says about this. We were not on a break. We were broken up, no longer dating.
That means she's free to see whoever she wants.
And it means I'm free to see whoever I want!
Scene #2 O.D.C.V.I cafeteria.
I'm nearing the end of high school, I've got about 2 years of virgin dating logged into my stat book.
This isn't true now, but then as a horny teenage boy, I think I was ready to roll over for just about anyone.
Cue new character alert: "Golddigger"
I can't remember what I got out of class for, but I'm making an odd-timed pitstop to the cafeteria when a blonde girl that was in Fake GF's #2 circle was there.
To say we hit it off quickly is an understatement, just fast-forward to the next scene.
Scene #3 New vehicle, new girl
I got a new truck, I'm driving to my place with a new girl.
This isn't a moment I look back on reflect on fondly.
Swiping my v-card for the first time was an unpleasurable lame ordeal that took too long.
I would describe it as throwing a hot dog down an empty hallway.
TMI Warning: I didn't finish.
After having the opposite of the usual sexual performance issues for a guys first time.
Scene #4 Driving Golddigger home
It's... someones birthday or holiday. Family dinner at Theo's
I'm driving Golddigger home when...
Scene #4 Rant Territory
The same as within the family environment, and the same as the racing world in a race not sanctioned by the FIA. The rules change for someone like me so I'm always at fault. But the following is an oxymoron. If you follow closely, I cannot according to the rules be at fault for both of this incidents.
Accident A - First Week after First Lay
I'll admit, I'm within days of just starting to drive on the road. I'm nervous and white-knucking the steering wheel still. I'm tense.
I'm driving down the highway 12, the speed limit is 80km/h here. It's a quicker speed to stop a vehicle on a dime then say 40-60 km/h.
I'm not speeding yet because I just started, I'm driving it right on the speed limit.
It's a nice day, it's sunny out, there is nothing blinding my vision. Golddigger is munching on McDonalds, according to the police questioning later. No I wasn't one hand helping myself to fries, because I was heading to a family dinner after.
There's a set of lights before the Highway 11 turnoffs for the North and South ramps.
At that set of lights I'm driving the speed limit straight through.
At the last possible millisecond and according to YD is the 'point of no return'. I'm literally on and/or passing the stop line for the set of lights when the light changes from green to yellow.
What anyone else would do, is you just drive through it, and anyone signalling to turn left. Waits until the last vehicles drive by before completing their left-hand turn as the light changes from yellow to red.
What did happen, is the driver turning left absolutely mashed the gas and threw himself right in front of me.
I had nowhere to go with how late and hard he mashed the throttle. I had to of locked my brakes to some extent trying to start to veer left and out of the way, but I didn't have anywhere to go.
Long story short. The cops got it wrong that day and wrote it off as both of us being at fault. Due to me being 'young' and 'inexperienced' when I was actually more skilled at this point then that cop thought less of me that day.
Guess why the character name is called Golddigger? Both driver's in the accident got sued by the golddigger. I got sued by the girl that swiped my v-card.
Accident B - Haircut
I'm describing all my nefarious activities on the road the same as my tales of thievery.
Everything in the middle. Every speeding ticket, driving infraction, you name it. Looking back, all my fault. Me driving like I'm on the race-track with too little thought as to what could go wrong.
The first and last examples, are not my fault. This is the oxymoron. The reason why I am 'apparently' at fault for the last accident, is the EXACT reason I should NOT be at fault for the first accident. If Canada society actually followed any of its own rules when it came to me, you HAVE to pick one. It can't be both. Otherwise you prove the rules change for someone like me so I'm always at fault.
It's a snowy winter day. Vision is poor and the roads are terrible. The corner in question could of used a good plowing, the snow was thick and I was driving a front-wheeled drive car that wasn't the most suited for those conditions.
I'm off to get a haircut, I'm pissed off from some weird online shenangians denying me a purchase of the Final Fantasy Pixel Remaster series with a vinyl I want in my collection of game soundtracks.
I'm turning left at _____________ onto _____________.
The roads are really bad. The kind of bad you see most drivers do what's called a 'rolling stop' because if you don't your likely to get stuck. The roads are that bad. Not un-drivable! I would still drive in those conditions. Just what happens next.
I'm turning left. And I swear, did the insurance agent even look at the accident photos? Because with the road's that bad. Unlike with Accident A. I can't just mash the gas and thrust my vehicle into the middle of the corner. I'm driving like a snail through the corner, slowly gathering up speed as I do the left hand corner.
As I'm mid corner you have that heart-attack moment where you start to notice in your peripheral vision someone coming at you hot. They were coming in quickly and the first thing that came to mind was "ugh, please don't hit me!"
Fast enough, that I will write here I think the other driving was speeding. And it's insulting at this point given how much I've cleaned up my act when driving on the roads. I've completely changed my approach to driving and have 'grown up'.
He smashes me at the very rear right of my car. By the wheel well sort of area. Unlike with accident A in clean conditions where it was much more me hitting the center of the other vehicle.
I was deemed at fault when I shouldnt because I didn't finish the left hand corner in time.
Then I shouldn't be at fault for accident A. When the driver mashed the gas at the last moment for a yellow light, that driver was unable to complete the left hand corner in time.
Was the other driver speeding? Who knows how it was swept under the rug that day. Christmas was around the corner. Mom "Oh they're just going to sweep it under the rug, it's the holidays, no physical injuries. Etc.
I was real upset about my head ringing given how hard I've been fighting to clean up and get an education again after.
I didn't have collision on the nice Honda Accord I still wish I had. Another nice vehicle I don't get to enjoy.
I didn't want to write this because I'm far cleaner driver than this makes me out to be. That and other obvious reasons.