In this guy's defense, this is a legit question. There are such things as point-to-point rally races (e.g Bullrun
) which can be considered borderline illegal in some instances and road race can give the impression of "street race."
Like I said, I didn't think he was being rude. I admit I took the question out of context a bit when I typed it here and it's not completely fair to do that. This was the same guy who asked the odd question about car clubs and my interest being a hobby to keep me busy for now. He had imbibed more wine than he should have by then (he kept saying, "well, the wine is talking a lot here, so forgive me..." then launch into some other question, and take another sip of wine, which one would have thought he would have swapped out for coffee by then) and I was getting tired of getting grilled by him. And when I tried to ask him questions about his interests or his recent trip out of the country or his most recent blog posts, he kept saying, "Oh, but I'm so much more interested in hearing about *you*" and "I'm a very private guy" and... to the point I gave up and resigned myself to the idea the evening wasn't going to be an exchange of ideas, experiences, or information, but instead be a one sided flow of it and only from me. That gets old, particularly when your food gets cold.
By the end of the night I learned that the only information he was going to voluntarily share with me was that, according to him
, his ex-wife never worked a day in their marriage even though he begged her to get a job, tried to turn their only daughter against him, and is to this day a thorn in his side. I bit my tongue. I never speak ill of my ex no matter what our differences may have been. I feel it is a terrible reflection on me if I speak poorly of a person I thought highly enough of to spend so much time with in my adult life.
And it wasn't lost on me that he saw me as the antithesis of his ex-wife, which naturally made me imagine he was drawing little hearts in the air with our pictures in the middle of them and that made me want to run screaming for the door.
The valet couldn't bring my car to me quickly enough. Oh... and he wanted to go on another date!