Hip-Hop Serenade.

Last night Giovanni and I went to a local filling station. I know what you're thinking-Casey's life is so boring that she's blogging about going to the gas station? My life really is boring, but I collected something special on this trip-an admirer. Which may not sound like a big deal, but when you're 31 weeks pregnant, it's flattering.
I first noticed him standing behind us in the checkout line. He was buying a can of Skoal, and grinned at me when I turned around. He had most of his teeth, a rarity in these parts, was only moderately drunk, had a nice orange handlebar mustache, (a la Rhett Butler) an obscenely tight pair of Wranglers and a Bass Pro Shop t-shirt. That's not the best part-he had a nice ride. A purple truck on some 16s, nicely decorated with rebel flags and such.
He was parked across from G and I and while G was pumping gas, he went and sat in his truck and gave me a very long (I think it was supposed to be seductive) gaze while he searched for the perfect radio station. He settled on a very loud rap (yes, rap) station and lip-synced the words from the song playing. Very seriously, I might add. I can't recall all the words, but it had something to do with "trying to get to youuuu and that booty". He even danced a little and banged his Skoal can against the steering wheel to keep time with the music.
Nice. By this point I was swooning.
I expected Giovanni to be offended, as he had saw the whole spectacle while he was at the pump, but he was snickering when he got in the car. "What a loser."
Watch it, buddy. That's my boyfriend you're talking about.