I meant to congratulate dropzone on widening his field, not note that mine had widened. 
(I favor German sports sedans for daily driving, and Italian sports cars for daily drooling, while we’re taking notes. The Testarossa was a dream for a long, long time. Ah, youth.)
I believe Beck is a “Ms”, based on some other posts. I admit I may be wrong. (It happened once before and you know the rest of that one. ;))
This is more important than sex. It’s mid-60s Ferrraris.
I talked with my mechanic about trading in my '93 Roadmonster wagon on a Jag sedan. He laughed, though I’d pay him to maintain it. Then he started describing Beemer parts costs. I plan to trade up to the next year, with the LT1 small-block Chevy, God’s own engine, and I will laugh even harder at BMWs. 
Wait, I was talking about sex, right?
Shutting down flirtation mode. Oh, you didn’t notice it was on?
I thought ‘Beck’ was a rock group or something.
Yes, but dropzone’s field probably overlaps somewhat with my own. With him on the market, it makes for a bit more competition for me.
I’m not seeing it. I suppose it’s a bit short for its size, not long and low like an E-Type, but there’s not a straight line on the whole damn car. Those rear fenders curve like the hips of Venus.
Gotta work on your car taste. Bimmers rule. RULE! 
OK. I’ll return to my comfortable delusion of my own flawless communication skills.
Except on the roof. The boxy roof.
Do guys ever really just quit? I would expect by the age of 60ish they could use a little decorum when panting and drooling over cars. It never stops…
Sure it does. At death. Because the cars of our youth are much more gorgeous than modern cars. Unreliable, and more likely to break when driven hard, yeah. But so are our women.
I’m not understanding this whole not drooling over cars thing. Why can’t there be drooling? 
(I am also unclear about the gender piece. Drooling occurs regardless of gender.)
Heh.
SWMBO notices me checking out the young hotties and she just laughs. She says I’m like an old hound dog sleeping on the front porch. The fire engine goes by with the lights flashing and the siren blaring and I raise my head up and thump my tail, because I KNOW I’m supposed to get up and go chase it…but it’s too much trouble and I go back to sleep.
It’s the lifting of the front paw, isn’t it. Funny thing is that Wife liked it when our dog, Lady, went on point. But if I did?
I have no problem noticing age-appropriate women. My problem is with budget-appropriate cars.
Real bummer ain’t it?
I stretch my budget to include American crap from the 90s that can smoke modern Beemers whose drivers are concerned about getting another speeding ticket. My car is invisible in Illinois straight lines.
Er, that was a total hijack. Beck, how YOU doin’? Note the lack of smirking. Er, other than the Friends reference.
Anytime I start getting attention form a woman who seems out of my comfort range for any reason including age I become suspicious of some ulterior motive or some weird kink I don’t want to deal with. I am late 60’s now and middle to late 40’s is about the lowest I would consider dating if I wasn’t already committed.
Fortunately, there is no sugar in this sugar daddy. 
Bragging I guess, but Im here on the Straight Dope while my 20yo girlfriend sits next to me doing her homework. I am 49 years old. I will say I am very fit. Many people are cynical about this but its easily explained. In this day and age is a 20yo looking for a husband? No. She is very busy with her school work. I am a good boyfriend. I have very little drama. Im not jealous or bothered that she is busy a lot of the time. Yes, I can easily afford dinners but Im in no way a sugar daddy. What do I get out of it? An attractive young woman. Very little drama. A rather simple but satisfying relationship.
You’re old enough to know better, but still too young to care!
(It is song lyrics, folks. So, therefore funny, ha, ha)