23 thousand dollars poorer....
....but hopefully 23 million times cooler and happier, now that I'm a bonafide Mini Cooper owner. The funny thing is that I don't really drive all that much; I'll probably use it less than 7,000 miles a year.
I did go visit Joanne to show it off. I think it was the free DVD player I was giving her that was more the reason she let me play show and tell, but at least there's human proof that it all wasn't some crazy dream I had. I think I maybe had expected the first moments in my new vehicle to be magical, some sort of man/car bonding experience. It felt more like, "oh, it's a cute car; maybe I should have gotten one in red." I'm sure I'll develop a fine relationship with my new toy, but there's something slightly anticlimatic about it all. Did I over-romanticize this moment? Should I perhaps sleep in the back seat, naked, or draped in silks, letting that new car smell seep into my pores?
I feel like I'm perhaps being the over-eager new lover who expects deep connection on the first date, impatient to let time allow him to get to know his new partner slowly and natually. NO! I must know everything about you NOW! I must know all that you can do for me and will bring to my life!
Just breathe.....in....out....in....out. I have many years ahead in which to learn all about my new partner of the road. I can take it slow.
My goal this week is to find a good name for her.
