After exchanging insurance cards and contact information, it turns out the other driver is an exceptionally attractive individual of your preferred gender, and, following a few perfunctory conversations about coverage and court appearances, you find yourself mildly attracted to them.
What if this person is the one? What if they are your future, your true love, your last chance for real happiness? The problem is, even before the impact, you were cursing them out to the high heavens and low hells for their shitty driving. And yet! They had that book in their back seat that you really love; your favorite band was playing on the car stereo; they were wearing a funny, ironically displayed t-shirt. What if it was meant to be?
The question is, what would you do? Could you get over your almost tangible hatred of their bad driving skill and lack of concern for others in order to establish what might otherwise be a loving relationship? Or would your initial contact with them spoil every possible future interaction with them? And whatever your decision, is it simply a stand-alone one, or is it overarchingly symptomatic of your inability to rise above specific prejudices for a chance at happiness, or of your tendency to forgive disturbing character flaws in order to give yourself an opportunity?
These are the theoretical scenarios that pop into my head at three o'clock in the morning and prevent me from ever getting a good night's sleep.
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