As you can likely imagine, being a professional driver can sometimes end in being broken down on the side of the road. Now, I am a very confident lady. I like to think I have a lot of great skills – limo driving and writing being just the tip of the iceberg! – but I can’t say that I know my way around a car’s engine. So when I felt a jolt and heard a bang echo from beneath the hood, I knew I was in for it. I felt my precious limo begin to drag, lights on the dashboard started coming on, and next thing I knew, I was pulled over on the side of an empty road.

Here’s the problem with driving richer folk; they usually live on large properties of land… Land that can only fit on the outskirts of town, the outskirts where no one else usually goes to! So there I was, freezing my butt off in a thin (but styling) blazer and my heels. I know what you’re thinking: this is 2016, you have a cellphone! Well yes, of course I do. Unfortunately, my, uh, unnamed cellphone company arguably has the worst cell phone reception in the province.

So you have that picture in your head now? Stylin’ girl, rocking some heels, looking like a complete idiot in her underdressed attire while she walks back and forth with her cellphone held above her head, cursing the cellphone gods or whoever else might be listening…

I heard the beautiful purr of the Porsche before I could see its cherry red colour. As it pulled up, I watched as a fogged window was rolled down to reveal, well, the man of my dreams. And I mean that! He was the man I was dreaming for – a man with a working cellphone! Not to undersell his appearance at all – he was a fit, tan, dark-haired deity! He gave off a subtle British charm, not in his accent but in his movements and perfectly fitted suit.

He smiled at me, asked if I needed any help and, next thing I knew, his jacket was flung over the roof of my limo, his shirt sleeves rolled up (revealing some gorgeous forearms) and he was playing with my engine. But a few minutes of him tinkering and me ogling and we both knew it was no good. The limo wasn’t coming back that easy…

Luckily his phone service was a bit better than mine. A quick call to AMA and I only had a… two hour… wait ahead of me. Yea, cold winter nights are not the ideal time to need a fast tow. Luckily, I had a handsome man who was willing to waste two hours of gas idling in his car with me. At the end of the night, I thanked him for saving my toes, passed him my business card along with a quick peck on the cheek, and told him that, next time, I’d be happy to do the driving.