Cars, Sex, Girls And Sex

There is a turning point in every man’s life. And I only just realised it.

When I was younger I had a VW sports car. I mentioned it in an earlier post. When you’re young you don’t mind that part of your attractiveness to women is the fact that you own a flash car. In fact you may positively encourage this by getting the blingiest vehicle you can afford.

After a while however you may realise that the sort of women who are attracted predominantly by fast cars are not the sort of women you would like to spend time with. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a Ferrari, just that you’ll buy it for the driving experience, rather than the riding experience.

So when does this happen. I think it varies. For me it happened years ago before I met Suze. She likes fast cars, but fell for me when I didn’t have a car at all, so it must have been my manly good looks and charm. Stop laughing. No, please, stop laughing.

For some however the penny never seems to drop. Bearing in mind the weather over here is wet and windy at the moment I saw a guy of about 55, driving a Lotus Elise with the top down yesterday. He looked like he’d run through a jeweller’s window and worn what had stuck to him, a la Jimmy Saville.

I’m guessing single.