love me, love my inanimate objects

Just recently my mind has been wandering to that which I find attractive in a potential partner.  I have a pretty definitive list as it happens, which in the grand scheme of things is a list of ideals. I'm certain many a girl has much the same detail stockpiled in their brain.  The more attributes from my list a man has, the more likely it is that I will be swooning like a lovesick puppy dog...and as such all too often the specimen of manly perfection will seemingly think I'm interesting, cool and a rather good mate and ergo appear utterly sexless whilst they seek thrills and trysts with some young thing or other.

In some respects I look at men as I do my car and run through a similar selection process.  The obvious first point is does it look good; and this includes days when the sky is grey and you're drudging through Waitrose car park laden with unexciting groceries on a Sunday morning.   That said I don't want the same old model everyone else has got.  I want something a bit different, less mainstream.  Not too easy to drive but feels good and responsive.  I want to walk away but on occasion turn around and give a lingering lustful look because there  lies an object of distinctive beauty.    Likewise not too many owners and a reasonable mileage.

Then there's sound, does it make all the right noises.  Reliability is also a huge plus point, the odd niggle now and then is to be expected of course but for the most part you know you can have faith.  Performance is very important from a long leisurely country drive to just getting you where you want to be or the ability to make your heart race and blood course through your veins with excitement and desire to drive all day long.  

All of the former is an essential package in my book and only aides to maintain my interest on a daily basis.

However (and sometimes unfortunately) I know my car can't give me cuddles, make me tea, take me for cocktails or comfort me when I'm down; nor can it accompany me to to dinner, the cinema, share my interest in surrealism or alternative humour.  I can gain perspective from spending time on a long drive or sitting overlooking a beautiful vista with a carefully selected soundtrack, and my trusty VW can make my heart skip a beat and give me a warm feeling of familiarity and comfort after a long day.

Unfortunately the closest thing to a people based Autotrader is a dating website and well I find a lot of those have been leafed through a bit too much.  However in the grand car lot of life there are a couple of slightly differing specimens that seem to fit the bill. I owned one for a while, bit of a collectors item I have to say, ownership was very hard and maintenance high. After some use a few production line defects surfaced which need ironing out so back to the manufacturer for a while.  The other well I'm not so sure it's up for sale, bit of a newer model I've had little exposure to, a rare and interesting little number not to everyone's taste but which I'd really like to test drive, although I'm not so sure the previous owner was a particularly good one.

hmm perhaps I should give up and date my Golf...now if only it came with blue eyes.