Overheard on a NYC subway ride several years ago:
Inside the 1-train, a preppy Caucasian guy is sitting slouched in a seat next to a tanned blond Caucasian girl. His arm is around her. She has on a really short skirt.
An African American guy comes in and takes a seat across from the couple. He's wearing a cowboy hat.
"I just don't get chicks."
With a coffee in hand, I leaned back and regarded my friend. "C'mon man, who really ever gets chicks?"
"Did I tell you about that date I had last weekend? It was with this girl I really liked, but throughout the date, she didn't seem that interested in me?"
A woman that drives a Mustang convertible is very different from a woman that drives a Civic hybrid. You know it's true. You've no doubt met both kinds of women before. And I'm sure you'll agree: there's a world of difference.
So what does a car say about a woman? How are they different? Let's find out.
She was stubborn and slow, but reliable like a workhorse. Not too pretty, but nice and faithful. My old 1991 Honda Accord, I mean.
A boxy four-door with automatic seat belts and chipped paint, she was as fast as a tortoise. Except she wasn't about to win any races. She was so slow that if I didn't put my foot all the way down on the gas pedal, I'd wind up back in 1881.
In other words, she wasn't that impressive. And the girls I dated while I had her weren't impressed either.
Are you a well-educated, intelligent, independent, and successful woman… who is still single? You're not alone (no pun intended).
More and more women are getting advanced degrees and pursuing their careers. And staying single. Sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily.
Wait, involuntarily? Why is that? What's preventing them from being in a relationship?
Whenever people read about the science of love, it usually leads to one of two conclusions:
Love is difficult to describe. Poets and lyricists have tried doing so for eons. And they're still at it.
But how would a scientist describe love? It probably wouldn't be as romantic as a poet's or lyricist's description. I fancy it would be something like this:
You think he's cute, don't you? You wish he'd come over and talk to you, don't you? Or that he'd ask you out, right? Or maybe even a plant a kiss. But he's not. What's a girl supposed to do?
Flirt! Flirt your cute little ass off!
Don't know how? Let me tell you, from the guy's perspective, what do to.
So you've decided you want a convertible. Good for you! It's the perfect car for bathing in the sun's warm vibrancy and rinsing with a cool, crisp draft. Each drive will leave you refreshed and reborn.
Owning a convertible automobile comes with a different set of responsibilities, concerns, and features though. For the uninitiated, it's not like a traditional car. To help with your buying decision, here are some tips.
Ah yes, that ever-illusive activity, as exasperating as it is exhilarating. Both loved and loathed, dreaded and desired. Like a wish whispered under a full moon's light.
I speak of dating, of course. That favorite ritual of guys and dolls. What fun!
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA