I'm really not a snob. I'm not. I mean, I'm totally nice to everyone. Even the crazy homeless people I encounter on my way to work. I get angst. I get misery. If me smiling makes your day just a little bit better, well then, I will smile. Just for you. But seriously, folks, I like being the nice person that is nice to everyone. I am that person.
I have friends from all walks of life. I have married friends, I have single friends. I have friends with children and friends with none. I don't judge. I have an open mind.
I think fate has a sense of humour.
I think that one of these days, I'm gonna meet the man of my dreams. He's going to be dreamy. He's going to be smart. He's going to be hilariously funny. My mother is going to love him, and he's going to be an excellent role model for my son. He'll buy me flowers and tell me he loves me. His family will love me. It will be a match made in heaven.
And then, fate will come thru for me, just like it always does...
...and the guy of my fantasies will drive one of these.
I know it sounds superficial. I really know it does. But there is no way I could date someone who drove a Chevy Cavalier. I know it sounds horribly materialistic. But I would just feel so ridiculous riding around in one of these.
Growing up, we had the above station wagon in white. Classy, huh? Oh the memories. The road trips growing up - like the time I gave my brother a bloody nose somewhere around Kamloops.
Mmmmm, teal green? Ya, that's so hot. You know that the '80s are coming back, right?
Okay, so I admit this one is kinda cool...although I'm positive that I'd hit my head on the corner of the door like, All.The.Time. Who soups up a Cavalier, though really? WHO?
Oh, who are we kidding? My Romeo will probably have a blue Cavalier tattoo'd on his forearm. Sexy, right?
1. A gallant or chivalrous man, especially one serving as escort to a woman of high social position; a gentleman.
2. A mounted soldier; a knight.
(courtesy of the Free Dictionary)
Maybe I should rethink that choice too...