Poem/story about my television crush, what are your thoughts on it. Sorry if it's garbled, copy may be goofed?

Never really written anything before, so PLEASE keep the flaming hatred to a minimum. May be sort of long, so sorry about that. Okay-- here goes: THERE IS RAIN IN THE FORECAST THIS EVENING. DAY IS FINISHED,AS FOR A SHORT TIME,AM I. AS I TRUDGE TOWARD THE BLOCKED OPEN DOUBLE DOORS AT THE END OF THE DINGEY HALL I CAN ALREADY FEEL THE CHILL,MOIST BREEZE ROLLING THROUGH THEM,CAUSING PAPERS ALONG THE WALLS TO WHISPER, AS THOUGH OF MY ESCAPE. MY STEPS ECHO A THUNDERY BASS LINE ON WORN TILES,AND I CAN SEE EVENING'S COOL AFTERGLOW BEING OVERTAKEN BY STORM LIGHT IN A MELANCHOLY SURRENDER. I SHOULD BE GLAD TO GO,BUT I DREAD THE COLD WET BUS STOP,AND THE WAIT FOR THE CROWDED BUS FULL OF DRIPPING,SURLY TEMPERED RIDERS.AS I REACH HALL'S END I GAZE INTO THE BRUISING SKY,PREPARING MYSELF FOR THESE INJUSTICES. IT IS THEN THAT I HEAR A QUIET ROAR,FULL OF AN OPENLY STATED SECRECY AND POWER BARELY CHECKED.I CAST A GLANCE DOWN THE STEPS,AND MY STOMACH LEAPS NIMBLY TOWARD MY THROAT, SEEMING TO WANT TO RUN ME A RACE TO THE SOFT TOP PORSCHE IN WHICH SHE WAITS.AN UNDERSTATED SHADE OF GRAY,IT MATCHES THE LIGHT OF THIS DAY PERFECTLY,LIKE SOME SECRET CAMOUFLAGE. HER VOICE IS A HUSK WHICH SEEMS ALMOST HARMONIOUS WITH THE QUIETLY CHURNING ENGINE. HER FLIPS AND SWIRLS OF DARK HAIR ARE A THRILL RIDE FOR THE EYES. AS I SETTLE IN AND RUN MY BELT ACROSS WITH A SECURE CLICK, HER SMILE OF GREETING SENDS A WARM BREEZE THROUGH ME- AS THOUGH IN WILLFUL OPPOSITION TO THE GROWING COLD.THE INTERIOR IS RED AND PLUSH, SOMETHING TOO SOFT TO BE LEATHER.SHE CLOSES THE TOP JUST AS THE FIRST DROP SPLASHES HARMLESSLY ONTO THE WINDSHIELD,AND OF COURSE, WE REMAIN SAFELY DRY. AS THE TORRENT QUICKLY BUILDS, I LOOK APPRECIATIVELY UP AT THE ROOF. SHE SMILES RADIANT INDULGENCE; "TRUST ME!" TURNING INTO THE ROAD,WHICH IS RAPIDLY DAMPENING TO A FRESH BLACK,SHE TAPS THE BLINKER,AND IT BEGINS TO TICK A QUIET, METRONOME LIKE RHYTHM. AS SHE EXPERTLY SHIFTS GEARS,THERE IS FIRST THE SENSATION OF FLOATING FREELY UNBOUND IN SOME AWESOME VOID,FOLLOWED,AS THE GEARS CATCH,BY A DELICIOUS SENSE OF PRESSURE ON MY CHEST,FEELING LIKE A GENTLE, FIRM HAND, WHICH CAUSES ME TO LIE CALMLY BACK,CLOSING MY EYES AND ACTUALLY FEELING SOME INTERIOR GUAGE OF MY OWN DROP BACK FROM REDLINE AS WE LEAVE THIS PLACE BEHIND US.WHEN I OPEN MY EYES,SHE IS GAZING IN MY DIRECTION WITH HER OWN BIG BLUE ONES. SHE ROLLS THEM IN MOCK EXASPERATION BY THE WARM MELLOW GLOW OF THE DASH LIGHTS, AND AS THOUGH PICKING UP THE RUN OF MY THOUGHTS BY SOME NATURAL INTUITION,WAVES A GENTLE HAND AND CHIRPS WITH A FLUTTER OF THOSE DARK, EXPRESSIVE EYELASHES:"NEVER FAILS!" IT OCCURS TO ME THAT INTUITION ROCKS. PRESENTLY, THERE COMES A FLICK OF LIGHTNING. THEN WHACKING, BELLOWING THUNDER. I CONSIDER THAT THE STORM KNOWS NOTHING OF GOOD COMPANY IN DRY COMFORT,SO, WARM IN THE COLD AND DRY IN THE RAIN, I SUDDENLY FEEL LIKE LAUGHING.IT MUST SHOW, FOR LAUGHING HERSELF,SHE SAYS; "I KNOW, RIGHT?" WE CRUISE. AS THE WIPERS WHISPER SOOTHING SECRETS,I TELL OF MY DAY AND THE PROBLEMS WITHIN IT. I TALK OF AN ANGRY DISAGREEMENT WITH ONE OF THE POWERS THAT BE,AND SHE SUGGESTS AN IDEA OF SOME SMALL HUMOROUS REVENGE. I SAY THAT I'LL HAVE TO TRY IT, BUT I KNOW THAT I PROBABLY WILL NOT. STILL,IT MAKES ME FEEL ALL THE BETTER. AS THE EVENING FURTHER DIMS, SHE CLICKS ON THE HEADLIGHTS TO RELEGATE THIS GLOOM WHICH IS NO LONGER QUITE SO DREARY.THE HEATER IS BEGINING TO MAKE ME SLEEPY AS I REACH FOR THE RADIO.THE FIRST SONG TO CROSS THE DIAL IS A QUIET ROCK TUNE WITH A MELLOW RAE GAE VIBE.311 BEGINS TO INFORM US THAT AMBER IS THE COLOR OF OUR ENERGY.WE LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER IN AMUSED RECOGNITION OF THIS FORTUITOUS DEVELOPMENT,AND BOTH HAVE TO SMILE BECAUSE THIS IS ALL JUST TOO PERFECT. WE CRUISE AROUND A BEND WHICH FOLLOWS THE NATURAL CURVE OF A BEACH AND RESTLESS OCEAN.PALMS ALONG THE SANDY VERGE SWAY,AS IF WITH THE MUSIC.I TURN TO HER,MY SMILE NOW FALLING APART LIKE THE CRUDELY CONSTRUCTED LIE THAT IT IS.I AM THINKING OF THOSE MUSICIANS ABOARD THE TITANIC WHO VALIANTLY WENT RIGHT ON PLAYING EVEN AS THE SEA SWALLOWED THE VERY GROUND ON WHICH THEY STOOD, AS I MAKE ONE LAST ATTEMPT AT LIGHTHEARTEDNESS, ASKING HER IF SHE HAS INSURANCE.SHE BEGINS TO TALK ABOUT SAVING MONEY WITH PROGRESSIVE. EVERY THING I'VE SPOKEN OF HERE HAPPENS IN LESS THAN THIRTY SECONDS,AND WHEN THE COMMERCIAL ENDS I FEEL JUST THE TINIEST BIT EMPTY.I'VE BEEN DAYDREAMING,YOU SEE. I DON'T THINK I NEED TO EXPLAIN THE IDENTITY OF THE GIRL IN THE PORSCHE. THE GIRL WITH THE FANTASTICLY RETRO STYLE AND THE BREEZY PRESENCE OF SAFE, SOMEHOW BALANCED INSANITY. THE GIRL WITH THE NAME TAG. FEELING A RESIGNED SADNESS, I MOVE FROM MY SEAT AND PEER OUT THE WINDOW INTO A DAY WHICH TRULY IS GLOOMY. AND CONSIDER THAT REALITY MAY VERY WELL BE THE DARKEST DREAM OF ALL.