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If you can’t afford to drive me, then you can’t afford to try me
I had a man recently compare a female to a car, he thought the ride free, but when we really think about the phrase he used, I thought about it, and then got amused, just what kind of car would I be and then another compared me to the Bugatti.
Its known best for its speed, beauty and design I guess it’s a way this woman can be defined, the 2.4 million price, cost of delivery or of up keep to drive, so there is more to the worth then the value of this ride.
This man went on to iterate, that a test drive is how he would relate, then consider the ultimate decision should we date, and now it weighs heavy in my thoughts because to test drive the best there comes a cost, not anyone can show up and just get into a Lamborghini and coast the wind, very few can past the credit check to drive a Pagani Zonda that is not only to be driven but to be seen in by the elite at best And then I weighted the style and grace and imaged the luxury of the interior space and seen it as the minds IQ,
It’s not what he said but this did ring true, how much work must a man do to drive a car not meant for two? and how many men does a real man want to have drive the car you will hopefully someday connect with for life? but I am sure that’s not how a real man sees a wife, but if you did how many rides should a girl give before she’s seen beyond the bucket that women have reduced themselves too?
To be passed off to friends, to just be abused, so when will the rate go up and we learn they shelter and shine what they love, garages are built, private homes so speak, a mistress at best, with four wheels if you please, she silently sits not whispering a word, her engine silent but her humming is heard.
The drive is the great escape. She is in charge of the journey, and the better she is built the more he’ll relate,
Not many dealers sell cars like her, truly a limited addition, from the tread of her heels to her solid golden transmission and another brother dare step her way, not without explicit permission, she is more than the moment he first saw her, she is the second he embraced submission
Her seats, they adjust to specifically to his ride, she will endure in the weather; he’ll floss her with pride. She is the difference between the putt putt and the glide, for most a reach as they can only dream of the ease, because the view that accompanies the possibility of what at best is too far out of their league.
There is a ease of driving something another man wore out, a few men pulled apart, or just damaged, she got a few miles left without a doubt, it’s cheaper and one can’t get upset, you knew no guarantee came when you settled for less.
You keep going to dealers that keeps those cars on hand, next to new is how they describe a car abandoned by a man, no better yet lets trade up, because we’ve moved on, say farewell to that which got us there, but is far too much work to pretend we care.So you drive it till the wheel fall off and then elect to share.
But consider how they become classic when true love exist, he’d died before he’d parted from her, she is his greatest wish, so I am just saying.
Yes I got amused at the phrase at best, and I am not angry but if you can’t afford the drive you can just forget the test
