Just realized that I have never really been sent home by a guy before.
It must have been really romantic to be sent home by a person you love. Imagine those lovely walks under the moonlight, those quiet moments as you stroll alongside each other. I always find such times sweet and romantic. If he's someone special, you'll treasure those times whereby you'll get to know each other more; if he's just a good buddy, it'll be a good time to catch up and gossip. Even if it's just a pure platonic friendship, i find guys who send girls very gentlemanly. However, as i recall back now, all my guy friends didn't send me home. Last time when I didn't own a car, they'll just say gd-bye either at the bus-stop or MRT station, and I'll be venturing on my way home, alone. Sadly, i was rather upset on those trips home. I guess it's good to have a friend to talk to on the way home. Hence, in the end, i'll use those quiet moments on the bus to reflect and think about stuff.
After I got a car, needless to say, I'll be the one who'll be fetching my guy friends and sending them home.
When I got attached, i was also the one who sent my then boyfren now hubby home. All the way to Bukit Panjang then back to my Silat Ave. We used to go out till rather late. There were a few occasions whereby I reached home at 2plus in the morning. I guess i have no one to blame, for it is me who has the car, not him.
Perhaps that kinda subconciously trained me to be the independent person i am today. I love driving, and all these incidents made me love driving more. My car is my 3rd love. There was only my car and I on those lonely late nights home.
How does it feel like to be sent home ? I guess I'll never know.