Man in the Mirror VII

So one time I was riding back home after a weekend at a cottage. The trip was about an hour and half and I was sitting in the backseat behind the driver. So when you're in this spot, you can easily see yourself in the rearview mirror.

You can probably see where this story is going. I'm the classic narcissist, right? (well not literally the classic Narcissus). The majority of the ride was spent by me looking at my reflection in said mirror. Sunglasses. No sunglasses. What if I turn my head like this. Run my hand through my hair. Handsome muthafucker.

I don't think she noticed.