I said in my last story that Erin and I didn’t really talk about what had happened with the boy from the bar for a few days. Looking back on it I’m kinda surprised, because we were crossing a pretty empty part of the road and we spent most of it talking. But we didn’t talk about that. We talked about school, and family, and gossip about people we both knew. And then on the morning of the third day after the guy from the bar, we met Ale.
He was hitchhiking to the next town over because his girlfriend kicked him out of her car. We were still pretty far from where he was going, so something had definitely gone wrong. Erin and I kinda got the impression that they were no longer an item, but we decided not to push him for the details.
Because of the mattress in the back there wasn’t really anywhere for him to sit. That’s partly why we didn’t take many hitchhikers over the trip, but Ale was REALLY hot and we hadn’t figured out how awk the logistics were yet so we made an exception. Because of that he was just lying on the mattress while Erin and I sat in the front. We got to talking, a little bit about his girlfriend and a little bit about us. He asked if we slept in the back together which was definitely a turning point in the conversation.