Evening, you are driving home. A rather attractive young man lives next to you, in the next house. You saw him a couple of times, but your communication did not go beyond the usual neighborly greeting.

Now, you are driving up to your house, past his house. Your neighbor's garage is open, and a few seconds after you drive closer, you see that he is on a motorcycle and is about to leave. Some devil pulled you to stop and ask the guy if could he give it a ride to you, because the motorcycle is really cool, but the guy himself is even cooler. —Excuse me, excuse me. Can i go for a ride? —Anytime baby — man answered without hesitation

—I don't mean the bike — you don’t know what provoked you to answer like that, but the biker’s reaction was ambiguous. He shook his head, clearly not intending to refuse or end the dialogue there.