I returned to my parked red Ferrari, and the doors were open, and some girl was sitting in the back seat.  (Was it a 4-door model?)  I remember thinking at first that this was a demonstration of desire or interest in me personally, romantically, perhaps, as a gesture of wanting to get into my stuff, make things personal, etc.  As I walked by I tried to check out the girl and assess the situation.  This girl in the backseat apparently was a friend of my friend Jefferson Turner’s wife, Mary, who was there, along with some other dude I did not recognize.  So I was like “Hey! You like my Ferrari?” And then we were walking back toward a residence/apartment area, and the girl was carrying an infant. I wasn’t sure whose it was but I assumed it was hers, as in a natural way, she probably wasn’t a nanny or had adopted it as a lesbian couple, for example.  I did a moment of non-compute since I saw her with a baby; I had assumed she was in a romantic heterosexual relationship which had resulted in the conception and birth of this infant — so then, why was she trying to get into my stuff, make this deliberate gesture pointed at me?  Everyone likes Ferrari’s; it probably was not meant to be as personal as I first assumed.  So at first I thought she was pretty, but then I didn’t really appreciate her physicality as much.  She seemed to be morphing into a incrementally less-attractive person, getting heavier, more frumpy, less charming, less cute, and then I think she actually did say that she was more interested in women for romantic relationships, so after observing and hearing this my interest and inclination in her waned severely.  I felt it was all like a dud.

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