She was a quite attractive young lady, and we’d be walking down the street together, and some Pickup Truck Asshole (we were in southern Alberta, where “pickup truck” is a synonym of “daily driver,” if not “family car”), with a jacked-up pickup truck, dual exhausts pointing straight up behind the cab, and a resonator, would “vroom, vroom” as he drove by.
“Ooooh,” she’d say, rolling her eyes, sarcastically. “Be my boyfriend,” rolling her eyes again.
In short, cars, trucks, engine vrooms–she wasn’t impressed. I’d imagine many other women aren’t either.
n-size of one…but after my divorce, I decided to try to date again. It wasn’t the easiest to find dates but the ones I had seemed to end after one.
For an unrelated reason, I decided to give away my old car and bought an Infiniti G35 Coup with some bells and whistles. Soon dates seemed to be easier to get and most of them went beyond date one.
YMMV.
I have also known many women in my life. Most seem to judge a fella on his car.
In Jonathan Swift’s Gullivers’ Travel (full title: Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World. In Four Parts. By Lemuel Gulliver, First a Surgeon, and then a Captain of Several Ships) the title character visits a flying island named Laputa.
Not speaking Spanish I did not realize how Swift came up with the name for island til this year despite seeing about a half dozen versions of the book.
For those of who don’t know La puta in Spanish translates as “The Whore” in English. Swift spoke Spanish himself so this has to be deliberate joke on his part.
n-size of 2. I drive a Honda Civic at the moment. When I first got divorced I drove a 12 year old Accord. I had more successful dates than I even imagined possible. I’m in Santa Barbara so it might have been different in a big metro where there is generally more superficiality.
The tricky thing is that time isn’t a noun here. It’s a verb in the imperative (a command or directive). It’s not a subject and a verb. It’s a verb (with an implied subject “you”) and an object.
IOW determine the speed of flies by timing them. You can’t-- they go too fast.
A grocery store near me sometimes has on their sign, “LOL American Cheese $3.15 /pound”. I always thought they were laughing at how inexpensive their cheese was.
Then one day I saw the cheese on display and realized it was Land O’ Lakes cheese.
I have met a few shallow and materialist women (on other fronts) who judged a man by his car and his other outward shows. Almost all the women I know would judge a middle aged man who drove a flashy car to be shallow and materialistic. I guess you run with a different set of people.
Myself, I go for a guy with an American pickup who does something useful with it besides waste gas and overfill parking spots.
About 30 years ago I was hanging out with my (single and female) cousin at a bar. She was chatting with some guy, and I could tell she was sort of interested in him. The guy eventually said he had to go, and he left. About 20 seconds after he left, my cousin ran outside, and came back in after a minute or two. I asked her why she ran outside. She said, “I wanted to see what kind of car he had.”
(Knowing her pretty well, I suspect she simply wanted to see if it was a expensive car, e.g. a new BMW or Mercedes. Social status meant a lot to her.)
