How I Learned To Love Drag Part 6

May lived in one of those high-rise apartments in Vancouver's West End.

When I drove up in my new silver Toyota Celica, she was waiting at the front door.

She wore a summery brilliant white cotton dress and sandals. It was appropriate for the hot humid weather.

As was our usual custom, we hugged and exchanged kisses on both cheeks. That little gesture put me in a confident mood. Was it just me or did all guys read a lot into an innocent little embrace or a kiss on the cheek?

I opened the car door for May and walked briskly around to the driver's side.

"I like your car," said May with a smile. "Is it new?"

"Yes. When I got the new gig with ECSTASY, I celebrated with a little shopping spree."

"So do you like fast sports cars?"

"It's no Ferrari, but this will do. She's got a 1.8 liter 4 cylinder engine putting out 180 horses, with a 6 speed manual transmission. And is it ever smooth!"

"Boys and their toys."

I thought about peeling out of the driveway, but somehow I sensed that May wouldn't have been impressed.

Spotting my CD storage case, May asked, "What kind of music do you like?"

"Well, right now I've been listening to Britney Spears and Michael Jackson because of that skit we just did. But Shakira and Shaggy and J Lo or whoever's popular or whatever comes on the radio. Anything that rocks."

"I love Shakira," said May. "When I hear Whenever, Wherever, I feel like getting up and dancing!"

"Me too."

"Her music video is absolutely incredible! And she's got a great look."

"I like the fact that she writes her own songs too. She is so talented."

May looked at me for a moment. "Have you ever thought of impersonating her?"

"Hmmm, I wonder if I could. I think I can do her voice pretty well."

"Don't worry about the look. Daniel can do wonders with the makeup and wigs."