carpooling

I used to carpool only with attractive men who drove white sportscars 

and

who liked me.

They would pick me up and drop me off

and didn't mind my schedule of arriving late

and leaving early.

I had to get my two young children

and they didn't have any.

maybe they loved being virtual parents

or liked listening to the sagas of my

disasterous first two marriages.

their's were, too, if not then,

in the future.

I could have told them so,

they were telling me what mine were, and

I wasn't really to hear it.

we came up with distinct hand signals for

"you already told me that a zillion times",

"common knowledge", or

"watch out! unwelcome input!"

One of them is still my friend.

His marriage has fallen apart and we 

still remember the hand signals.

He's coming over for dinner on Saturday, alone.

I never liked his wife.