She calls it a love story, I call it awkward.

My best friend Dylan introduced me to a new rule when I moved to Vegas. It was this: The driver of the car gets to choose what music is played during the car ride. Now that I'm driving, I have to agree that this has some potential for being the best rule ever. Although at the time, I didn't like the rule. What if the driver has horrible taste in music?

Now, several times on dates, my date would hand me his ipod while he was driving. I thought this was pretty fair. His ipod means that you get to choose out of his music. Your musical taste is bound to overlap SOMEWHERE, right?

So, the driver gets dibs unless they're on a date. We agree that this is good, right?

So here's the thing that's wrong with my car: It doesn't have an ipod plug, so I have to use CDs in order to get quality music. (the radio does nothing for my subs) Doing so, I have to have some good mixes, making it hard for the passenger to select the song if I surrender my rights and appoint them as temporary DJ. This is when we get the awkward moments where your passenger doesn't know your music.

Now, if you have a polite passenger, they'll smile and nod their head on beat while listening to your music. They might get really excited if they recognize something and start singing, and they might decide they like a song and add it to their music collection when they get home. Or they'll just pretend like they enjoy it while secretly suffering in silence.

But if your passenger is more..... assertive, you might find them trying to change the song if they don't recognize it, insulting each song as they go.

This is the point when you might get so frustrated that you want to pull off to the side of the road and tell them to get their own car.

As is what happened the other day. A boy was in the passenger seat of my car and one of my other female classmates was in the back. Apparently he didn't like any of my songs, cause he would reach forward to change the song about every 22.6 seconds.

An unfortunate thing about this situation is that my car is a stick shift, meaning that I have to reach my hand over to switch gears about once every 11.3 seconds. Seeing as the boy's hand would be in the same vicinity as my hand when I was changing gears about 50 percent of the time, we were bound to collide occasionally, making the whole thing a very awkward situation.

I lost count of how many times I went to grab the gearshift and grabbed his hand instead.

Kiffyn seems to think that it was the start of a blossoming romance.

I would have to disagree.