If you love something, set it free - and if it doesn't come back to you, break out the handcuffs

On my way home last night, I asked Joey what Monkey Man would like to eat for dinner. And what do you think that was?

Yup. Japanese steakhouse. Call the mortgage company, we've gotta refinance again.

After a somewhat mediocre meal (new cook who made the steak dry and tough), we headed out to the parking lot. Typically, Monkey Man wants to ride in the Pimp Mobile because he can watch Looney Tunes on the way home - however, he wanted me to drive. Joey loves driving my car so he eagerly swapped. And let me just say this now - it's not necessarily that he loves my car as much as he loves not having Porky Pig blaring in his ear the whole way home.

I cruised on down the highway and turned down the road that heads toward our little town. As I passed by the courthouse, I noticed this tricked-out pickup truck that was trying to race with me and get my attention. I looked over and this guy winked at me and then threw up his hand to say hi. I smiled back, obviously flattered, checked my lipgloss in the mirror, tossed my hair over my shoulder. Yep, Builder Mama's still got it...

And that's when I saw it.

The pair of handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror.

Now, what on earth posesses someone to put handcuffs on the rearview mirror unless they're in law enforcement? I mean, did he think it looked cool? Did he think chicks like it? Is he advertising that he's a bad boy who likes it a little rough?

I guess the part that scares me is what exactly is it about me that would attract a guy like that?

It's that freaking Pimp Mobile. I swear it.