Top Down, Windows Low

So I'm cruising down the street, coming home from Heaven, sipping on gin and juice, and of course, bringing sexy back. I'm getting ready to make a turn from Street A onto Street B when I hear someone's voice coming out of a car next to me.
"Hey," the guy says, "Your tail light is out." Well, mind you, it's been out for about 2 months now, I am just too lazy to fix it. So, I fake a smile and tell him politely to mind his business. I mean, seriously, it's 2 in the morning - leave me the heck alone.
Well, faster than you could say "50 cent Bud Light", we start talking to each other at stop signs and red lights. Finally I pull over to the curb and the boy gets my number. This is how we do it in the hood, G.
Was I feeling him that much? It's hard to tell. Im not going to judge based on whatever resemblance of attraction I had that late in the night/early in the morning, but... I THINK he was cute and we had a pretty decent conversation, although his laughter is the most annoying thing in the world. Every time I made him laugh, I cringed and a part of me died. I am not even exaggerating - it is THAT bad.
Only time will tell what will come of this, but I am not crossing my fingers. Based on my previous experience with men, I am just going to assume this guy is a douchebag and unless he proves me otherwise through a series of non-douchy actions, a douchebag he will remain.

Til next time, I'll be up in the gym just working on my fitness,

-Jess