Quoting Erykah Badu..."Keep in mind, I'm an artist...and I'm sensitive about my ish!" LOL!
Without further adieu,
Jasmine started dancing, snapping her fingers and singing
loudly to Maroon 5’s song, Misery. As
I watched her gyrate and move to the heavy bass to the rock beat, I was the one
in real misery. She looked so happy and carefree as she sang along to the
upbeat tune. Her dance moves grew more provocative track after track. She whipped
her hair, popped and rolled her chest to the suggestive lyrics. I kept glancing
at her and her sexy antics. She was in her own world with the music. She began
mimicking a rock star, pretending to sing in a microphone and then like she was
auditioning for a rock video as a sexy vixen. She alternated between curling
her lips like Mick Jagger while singing the lyrics, biting those same juicy lips
and running her hands through her hair.
I
glance over out her window and I saw a car riding along us and they were
watching Jasmine’s antics. The family of four seemed to find Jasmine
entertaining and their teenage son was recording her on his cell phone. I
turned the music down some to get Jasmine’s attention.
“Lil’
Mama, you seem to have an audience.”
She
paused and looked up. I pointed in the direction of the car, which was keeping
up with us at a similar speed. Jasmine looked over at her admirers and laughed.
She waved and blew a kiss at the teenage boy who was recording her. He blew one
back to her and I could see that she was smiling. The driver let down her
window and shouted to Jasmine who rolled her down as well.
“You
were really jamming over there.” Stating the obvious there lady, I thought.
“Well,
I kind of get lost in Maroon 5’s music. They’re my favorite band.”
“That’s
cool.” I could hear their son in the back respond to Jasmine’s comment.
She
leaned out the window and blew another kiss to the boy who was still recording
her. She smiled and shouted. “Hey, are you posting that online?” Jasmine asked
the boy.
Are
you serious Jasmine? We are having a conversation on the highway with complete
strangers? Well, that’s Jasmine for you. No one is a stranger for too long when
you meet her.
The
mother says from the window, “My son says yes and that he’s in love.”
Jasmine
laughed, “Aww, how sweet. Hey tell him to look me up on Instagram.” She gave
her username and the woman’s son began typing furiously into his phone. I tried
to concentrate on the road and not get into an accident.
The
woman and Jasmine laughed when her son yelled that he found her. He sent a
request and she promised to accept in a few minutes. She waved goodbye and the boy held up his phone and pointed
to the display. She just laughed and grabbed her phone from my console. She
pressed the automatic button to roll the window back up.
She
accepts his request and laughs when she sees that he already posted the video
of her dancing in the car. She began typing a comment to the boy and then put
her phone away.
“Jasmine,
you are a trip!”
“Is
that a bad thing?” She asks.
“Nah,
it’s good. It’s always good.”
“So
are we going to talk about it yet?” She turns the music down on the radio.
I
sigh and only focus on the road, not saying anything. I don’t know what I feel
or what to say. What can I say after all of this time? Glancing at her, she
gives an encouraging look and I finally decide to open up about the situation.