Me, Myself and Misdirection
I headed home after dinner. We were on the phone and you were in the city, at a bar in Wrigleyville. Just a few blocks north of were I had spent my previous evening.
I drove all the way home before I allowed myself to realize that I had driven the last 30 minutes in the wrong direction.
So there I was infront of my apartment. I didn't bother to get out of the car. I turned around and drove downtown. Parked a block or so north of the bar. Met you inside.
You see-I wasn't where I wanted to be, until I was there with you.