The Long Ride Home

Yesterday JM got a new car. Well a new, not new car, that his friend is having him car-sit for 3 weeks. It is some sort of Porche...I say some sort, because there are many types, but his one is newer and makes growwwwwwwwly noises when it accelerates. As we were driving along in it, down the freeway, with me squeeling and clapping with delight. I discovered something about me:

Sports car going fast = SEXYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Now this deviates from my previous position of "what the heck are you compensating for, stupid face" reaction to sports cars. I really didn't get the appeal of a tiny tiny car that goes fast. I was always more a sports utility, "hey I'm outdoorsy, sporty, don't mind dirt, can build you something some day I will be a family man" kind of girl. Probably because 90 percent of the men who own sports cars look like absolute underexercised, balding chumps.

But this time, I got to experience the magic, and I did have to let go of a few (not all ) sterotypes, mostly because I love my friend JM and do not think of him as a chump. For example, the reason why the people in sports cars drive the way they do, is because the car requires that ammount of action. To ill-use the sports car is to date a VS model and only see her in sweats (thanks for the comparison J, I am not sure if it is apt, but whatever)

Anyways, JM took me on a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng drive. It was actually quite relaxing; leaving the incessant buzz of the city behind, going somewhere where you can see stars.