BOYS AND THEIR TOYS

Recently I wrote about the way in which my relationship with my shoes mirrors my relationship with men. I was wondering at the time which objects of men's desires would mirror their relationship with women. Thinking about some of the boys I know made me realize that whilst it's not their shoes, it's the cars they choose and the way they treat their cars that mirrors their relationship with women!

I know a nice guy. He treats all the girls he dates with great respect and is a long term relationship man. He drives a reliable European car which is regularly serviced, kept neatly and rarely updated. When it occasionally breaks down, he waits patiently for the mechanic to arrive, make repairs and then life continues as normal.

Then there is my friend Mr. scared-y-pants. He gets obsessed by cars, puts his name on waiting lists, patiently pursues them, but when the cars finally arrive in the showroom he chickens out. He chases girls and when they fall for him, he panics and runs back to his old car.

Then there is Mr. pretentious. He likes to think he has breeding and class but in reality it's all for show. He chose his British car, more suitable for a middle aged man for the status he thinks it gives him, rather than for its actual driving aptitudes. He only dates models and women that he thinks will make people look and then complains girls only like him because of what he has to offer them.

Mr. actor is great at putting up a front. He likes to pretend he is down to earth and drives a Pickup. He has no intention of settling down but claims he wants to nurture his dream woman and live the simple life. Yet he only dates beautiful women much younger than himself and usually walks to his destination.

Of course there is the charmer. He had the best car available complete with all the toys. Everywhere there is to be seen, his car is valet parked in the front, personalized number plate on show and there is always a pretty girl on his arm. He uses premium petrol, his car is regularly serviced and every time a new model comes out he trades in the old.

Taking it up a notch is my friend the playboy who has achieved enough success to ensure choice. He has a bike for his devil-may-care moments, a large four wheel drive for practicality and masculine respectability and of course an array or brand new shinny uber expensive sports cars housed in his extensive garage, which he occasionally let his friends test drive. He maintains his cars very well but also looses interest quickly and is always on the lookout for the next best thing to add to his collection. If a car breaks down he can afford to just leave it on the side of the road because he knows there are plenty more waiting for a ride.

So boys, next time you take a car out to test drive, question whether it really suits your personality and remember... whilst you can buy cars, you can't buy love!