Similar to Nava, I notice everyone’s car. I like cars. I notice them. (I nearly fainted last week when I saw an Audi R8 on the road…working within a mile of both an Audi dealership and an Aston Martin dealership is going to kill and/or bankrupt me.) I go to car shows, I’ve taken my car to the track, etc. I don’t make judgments about people based on their cars, though. And when it comes to dating, I don’t care what kind of car a guy drives: as long as he can reliably get from point A to point B, he can have a Yugo or a Porsche. I don’t even lose as much respect for drivers of automatics as I used to.
FWIW, I drive a three-year-old sports car that I freaking love despite its RWD and crappy gas mileage, and that I try to keep clean and shiny (stupid snow/rain). I’d never think less of anyone who didn’t like it, but anyone who would judge me for it can bite me.
I notice everybody’s car, but I’m interested in cars. I do try not to judge people based solely on what they drive. Not everyone can afford the vehicle they really want to be driving.
Cars only interest me as a way to get from point A to point B. I’m not apt to notice a vehicle unless it’s screaming to be noticed, and then I will probably assume something unflattering about the driver.
I notice a man’s car but I think it’s because my dad used to race motorcycles and I grew up going to racetracks: car and motorcycles. (Actually, if it has an engine and can be raced, Dad took us to watch.) I can talk cars and mechanics with guys, which can be a real bonus if I’ve found a fellow gearhead. And yes, I have dated some guys just because of the car. I dated a guy who had a Mustang 5.0 back in the early 90s. That car kicked ass. The guy was nice too, but I stayed with him long after the relationship began circling the drain because I really liked the car.
My sister loved her ex-husband’s Corvette so much, she named their first kid after that car! She was going to name her daughter “Porsche,” but that got nixed because with her last name, she would have sounded like a porn star.
Last year, I hooked up with this dude who drove a Porsche. The car got my attention, but then I quickly realized what a douchebag he was when I looked more closely. Seriously. A champagne colored Carerra with an automatic? Spells “D-O-U-C-H-E-B-A-G.” If you’re going to drive a status car/chick-magnet like that, then learn to drive it right and get the goddamn stick shift already. And make it a 911 with a big old whale tail while you’re at it. That guy didn’t know shit about his own car, could barely drive it (even though it was an automatic), and couldn’t talk about cars at all. He only bought that car to get pussy. I was drunk enough to let that work for him, but refused to give him my number later when he asked for it.
So the car might get my attention, but you better know what the fuck you’re doing/talking about when it comes to cars or my respect points for you will rapidly drop to zero. If you’re all flash and no substance… yawn. But if you know what you’re doing/talking about (and I will know!) then the car is like another form of foreplay for me. That said, the car isn’t necessary. I date plenty of men with crappy cars. Thatt’s okay if they’re not* into* cars. I can find plenty of other things to be attracted to, like who the guy is.
I notice. I like fast/fun cars, and bonus points if it’s a stick. Actually, if you have an automatic sports car, I am not going to be impressed. Automatic anything else, whatever. And I would not date a man who drove a Hummer.
I notice and certainly give weight to it. If it’s a nicer or newer car that’s in good condition, it certainly strikes me as better than some guy driving up in a beat up, 92 Corolla. Why? Idk. I guess I unfairly see it as a reflection of your work ethic and such. Now, this is all FIRST IMPRESSION stuff- it’s certainly less important once I know who you are as a person, but first impressions are first impressions.
Once, I went on a date with a guy and when he picked me up, I texted my friend, “Well, he picked me up in a Benz, so this date can only be so bad.”
Civics are sexy - my husband just bought one and even though I loooove my Fit, I’m a little jealous. In order for a car to impress me, it should have good gas mileage, good resale value and high safety ratings. Oh, and probably like, power windows.
Of course, when the car involved is a Cadillac, my good sense goes out the window. But not in a like, ‘‘I want to bone you,’’ sort of way. More like, ‘‘I want to club you over the head and take your car.’’
I haven’t been in the market for a while. I’m not terribly interested in cars, but I’d be really unlikely to be impressed by a guy who drives a non-work truck/SUV. I wouldn’t be impressed with a sports car, either, unless is was something really amazing and he was likely to let me drive it. That doesn’t mean there’d be a second date.
None of the above. I notice it in that I look at it; I see it. I try not to draw conclusions about someone based only on what they drive, although that doesn’t always work. For example, if the car is a beater, I would probably wonder why. Similarly, if the guy drove a Ferrari or something like that, I would look at him askance, wondering what he felt he had to prove. If the car was “average,” which would be most cars you see on the road, I would see it and then forget about it.
No, I don’t give a crap what kind of car a man drives, if it’s old or whatever.
But, if one of the car’s windows is plastic sheeting and duct tape and it’s loaded with beer cans and nudie books, I might form an unfavorable opinion of the owner. An even worse opinion if he’s still paying for the car.
None of the above. Sure I notice it. Even being someone who has never driven, doesn’t give a crap about cars, and hates driving fast, I am aware of what the people I know drive.
I don’t expect the car a man drives to define his personality, though. Some conclusions can be drawn based on a car but none that are very important to me.
That doesn’t mean there’d be a second date.