Driving Study Car Move

I ordered another tonic water checking my watch for what felt like the hundreth time. It had moved barely a minute since my last check. My mobile was even less active. I was experiencing one of those regular dinner times alone when my partner told me to to be in the restaurant for a certain time only for himto not behere. It was the same story ever since he'd decided to start up his own driving school, I'd often challenged him about it, but he always became very uptight and defensive, saying that it was earning him good money so I needed to stop complaining. What he didn't realise was I wasn't bothered about the schoolor the lateness, it was the fact he'd asked me to be here waiting when I had so many better things to do that annoyed me. Before his big venture in the world of the self employed he'd had a great job working for a big firm as an IT consultant, travelled alot, earnt alot, and didn't seem unhappy. It had never caused any issues like his new occupation seemed to. But still, he was allowed to make his own choices I guess.

We'd often sat in this samerestaurant discussing our life, if the walls had ears they would know most of the ins and outs, ups and downs of our relationship, work life and home improvement ideas. But, for the last couple of years since my partners new business idea had materialised all it would have ever heard, just like me, is about driving schools and everything related.

It was in this restaurant that he'd decided to start the business in the first place, I at first challenged him, not because I didn't want him to do it, but just because I knew his ideas werenot very oftenthought through or properly prepared.This had only brought out his very commonly appearing defensive attitude, him immediately seeing my challenging as me not having faith in him or agreeing he could do it, rather than how it was meant as pure caution. Still, my challenging fell on deaf ears anyway and 'Revvit driving school' was born.

It was also this restaurant that had heard not long after the birth of the school how it was to become a school for young drivers only. I didn't see the point of this, thinking that a huge percentage of drivers that learn must be young drivers anyway. So why did they need a school dedicated to them when most schools were open to them. However I daren't point this out, by now I'd learnt how easy it was to spark off my partners defensive attitude from previous occasions and wasn't going to go there this time. But, I couldn't help thinking how it would have been nicer for middle-aged or older first time drivers to have a school dedicated to them. Surely they were the people that felt intimidated by young drivers and to have someone focusing on them must boost their confidence. But, I left him to it as he changed his advert to announce the dedication.

After a few weeks of doing this however he had soon decided against it, declaring that all young drivers were adrenalin junkies, dangerousandconstantly speeding, saidhe wasn't sure he could handle it anymore. Of course he was exaggerating, not all of them would be adrenalin junkies I knew. I think it was more of a case that he was sick of listening about the latest bands, who was winning the recent big brother, which boy or girl was the fittest at college and how the new hair spray was rubbish, but he assured me that he was far too careful and dedicated to his driving to talk constantly to the learners! That shut me up.

So his next big Whim, again declared over some pasta meal in this very restaurant was a school for women only. This I found hilarious. he had spent pretty much the whole of the nine years in our relationship moaning about my driving as a 'member of the lesser sex', and if there was nothing wrong with my driving he would scout the road until he found another female he could pick on. He'd said within weeks of us being together that cars and car parks were just not made for women at all and we should stay out of both of them. So the thought of him teaching justfemales amused me greatly. He had backed up his plan by commenting that if he taught a special structured set of lessons for women he was sure he could make the female population better drivers. The cheek!

Back to today, in the restaurantonce again,he was already an hour late, he'd been following the just women plan for about a week and hadn't had much to say on the subject so far. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad sign. But I hadn't had time to contemplate the matter before he appeared in the doorway. Finally.

'Hi Love' I said as he approached the table 'nice day?'

'No' he replied, 'this women only idea may have been a bad one'

'uh oh, why's that?' I replied 'they all adrenalin junkies, dangerous and constantly speeding too?' I wasn't sure I wanted the answer, I just knew that we were about to embark on one of those long nights where a new idea is going to come up followed by me listening at great length to the tiny details over and over again.

'no' he said 'am sick of hearing about their new shoes, new clothes, new hair style, her next doors car being better, her up the roads holiday not being as good, here what do think to me being and IT consultant?'