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Ah, reflecting back to my late high school and early college days, a time when the word 'parking' took on a very special meaning. I looked forward to the time in a relationship when I could reach that glorious stage of park-buddy, although back then no such term existed. In fact, I shall take credit for it today. There were of course walks in the park but I speak of another type. There are many kinds. You have street-side parking, multi-floored garage parking with its many levels of excitement, municipal parking for the voyeur in all of us, and of course the fabled look-out here I come, scenic overlook. And so, like manna from heaven, a gift from on high, I was granted a rusty, decade-old light blue Chevy Citation. It was the pride of the fleet in her day, I heard it said, and I intended to be her captain. And the captain always goes down with his ship.In those days, to 'park' was romantic, exciting, no matter how awkward or cramped. It was your space, your private time without peering or judging eyes. Well, that may not be all true but getting the thumbs up, if you know what I mean, or a wink from the cops was worth a million bucks (that's spelled with a 'B" by the way). Foggy windows and poor shock absorbers gave Space Mountain a run for its money.
It is only recently that parking has taken its meaning in a relationship to a new measure. After recently dating women from parts of Queens, Brooklyn, and Manhattan, I noticed that my actual ability to park my car affected my level of interest. I am being quite literal here, the other type of 'parking' is still functional. Parking in NYC-Nightmare! Other areas so troublesome that the effort put a damper on my spirits and enthusiasm. I would rather drive and extra 40 minutes to Scarsdale, cross two bridges so that I am able to park near her home so we can just chill, come and go with ease or pop over as I please. I couldn't do that with these other women. They are GUD-Geographically UnDesirable. How could I build closeness when the parking fiasco looms ever-present in my mind? How can I get in gear when the stick-shift has no opportunity to find its ultimate resting spot?
Parking, I dare say may be one of the most limiting factors in a relationship beyond the basics of attraction and compatibility. In fact, parking can put the brakes on even the best relationship.