A Journey Into Adulthood. Twenty-Six and Counting.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I totally have a thing for guys who drive jeeps.

This is hard for me to admit because I also totally have a thing against most SUVs.  They're huge, they waste resources, they pollute, they're impossible to see around, they're slow, etc.  I can't help it, though.  I have a thing for guys who drive jeeps.  My stomach twitches a little whenever I see one being driven by even a passably attractive guy.  The more rugged the jeep, the better.  If the guy is wearing ray bans, he gets extra points and my stomach twitches a little more.

I became consciously aware of this today as I was walking home from work.  Usually when I walk to and from work, I tend to attempt to impart an aloof attitude.  This is as much because I want to look cool as it is because I also don't know what facial expressions to make if I happen to accidentally make eye contact with someone on the street (coming soon: the perils of walking around in public, also, elevator etiquette).  In some ways, I'm just hopelessly awkward. This feigned aloofness is also probably why I trip on curbs, actually.  I put my chin in the air and forget to watch where I'm walking.  Anyway, none of this is the point.

My POINT is that while I normally play aloof and "ignore" the people and things around me, this all sort of goes out the window when I catch sight of a jeep out of the corner of my eye.  The temptation of the possibility of an attractive man behind the wheel proves to be more than my self-control can withstand, and I crack.  My head will actually do the slow motion twist so that I can keep my eyes on the prize.   I once had a really good day where I high-fived a random dude partaking in happy hour at a restaurant that I passed (incidentally, that made me feel really good about myself and like I was taking life by the horns and being spontaneous), and at the same time, a more than passably attractive guy in a jeep happened to be rolling by.  I like to think that he saw me give my random hand slap and thought to himself, "Now that is one cool girl" as he rolled on by.

I do not know what it is.  Supposedly men have physical reactions to hot cars that are on par with their physical reactions to hot women (to a point, anyway.  You all follow).  Despite being female, I think I fit that profile, too.  I see a car I like and I feel pretty much the same way as I do when I see a man that I like.  I kind of want to jump on it, but I control myself.

This is my favorite part about walking to and from work.  That and seeing men in suits on their way to and from their offices.  Men should pretty much always wear suits as far as I am concerned.  Maybe I'll try to write about that some day, too.

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Oddly enough, though, put an attractive man in a suit behind the wheel of a jeep and I'm not into it.  I just thought of that.  Hmm.

This was a short post.  I am sorry.  I will try to get back into writing longer posts soon.

2 comments:

Rachael said...

MEN IN SUITS!! :D

that is all.

Mica said...

It's my favorite part of the morning! I love walking down 16th Street...