I drive a chick magnet. In fact, it is everything you could possibly imagine a chick magnet car to be: cute, sexy, fast, highly customized, rare, exotic, convertible, foreign, etc.
When I drive down the street people yell “Nice CAR!!!” At almost every gas station someone will come up to me and talk about the car. I have been offered sums of money at stop lights. Cops slow down and shadow me just to stare at it. Thousands of hours and dollars have been poured all over this car and it shows. This is all true.
So, as a middle aged man in a hot car, allow me to point out:
You are a creepy pedo loser.
You are a greedy, arrogant asshole.
You have a small dick.
You have self esteem issues.
Your bank account is bigger than your brain.
Your wife dumped you for the pool boy.
You are having a mid life crisis and dumped your wife and children.
You can’t commit to any relationship. Ever.
You are a child-man.
This is how you are perceived. Not by everyone, just by most. It doesn’t matter that I drive the car for sheer love, that it’s the third one I’ve owned, that it is my hobby. I’m a creep.
Also. Where exactly will you hang out by your cool vehicle and pick up women? The gas station? The side of the road? It’s not easy to pick up chicks doing 60mph, yelling out the window. Even if your town has a “strip,” where you can cruise repeatedly back and forth at 10 mph, do you expect women to jump the car with someone they never met? Driving a car and picking up chicks only happens in “American Graffiti.”
Summary: In 4.5 years, I have “magnetized” a total of 2 chicks. One at a gas station, the other was cutting my hair. I have been approached by maybe 3 others, but they just want to know what kind of car it is. The hair cutting chick was skeezy. The other one was in a power suit and a bit intimidating, but I should have offered her a ride, looking back on it. Maybe she would have returned the favor…
You would have WAY better odds hanging out by the produce section. And you wouldn’t look half as creepy.