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Women are like cars.

Ms. vs Mr.

Posted By: Mr. This Guy | March 8, 2010 | No comments

There are few things better than the feeling of driving off the lot of a car dealership with the new car that you had been ogling for the past few months.  You’ve test driven it, and you imagined the road trips you will take together.  The smell is new, and the radio doesn’t even have your pre-sets in it yet.  It’s all so exciting and fresh.  You may find yourself looking out the window of your house a few times and just staring at the beautiful shiny machine sitting in your driveway.  You test its limits, you rev the engine at lights, you wash it religiously, you even vacuum the floor mats…

Flash forward to two years later.  Same car sits in your driveway. Now its got that ring of salt and grime on it, the backseat wells may or may not have a few loose empty water bottles, and that Taco Bell wrapper you keep meaning to throw away but haven’t .  I understand your plight.  It’s not that you love your car any less, it’s just that you’ve become bored with the same daily drive in it. It’s now a few years older, and there are some new models out there that are catching your eye.  I use this as an analogy when I explain to woman why I’m not married and can rarely stand to be in a relationship for more than even a few months.

Just like that new car I once dreamed about, that new girlfriend also becomes, in time, just another thing I used to love and now just secretly loathe until I get a new one.  I once loved being seen with her. I once loved spending time with her, and kissing her, and revving her engine!!  I would send her text messages that I was thinking of her when I was out with my friends.  I may have called her on a Sunday to just come and spend the day with me.  We didn’t even need to do anything beyond laying on the same couch watching a movie, and ordering cheese fries.  The problem is flash forward two months… and yuck… I’ve driven the hell out of her. She has more mileage on her than I wanted.  I don’t like being seen with her anymore, and I’m out there already shopping for new models… literally models. Just like that car, it’s not like I don’t still care. It’s just that I don’t care as much.

How some guys can keep a girlfriend or wife around for 25 years, 50 years, is honestly beyond me.  I guess I wouldn’t mind being seen in a 1964 Aston Martin, but it’s still not a daily driver.  Men- please explain to me how having sex/driving that same old car is still fun after all those years?  Have you just settled?  I seriously want to know your secret….