Okay, so as excited as I am that He has a car, and don't get me wrong, I am completely thrilled, I am not excited enough to stand outside while he rev's the engine over and over and over and over again trying to decide if it is making a different noise than it was yesterday.
He asked me yesterday if I thought he should ride around with the top down and being the great girlfriend that I am, I gave him the most truthful answer that I could, "Definitely not".
I mean, it's one thing if you drive a Mustang GT, or a Spyder...but not a Mazda Miata, oh I'm sorry, let me correct myself, it's a Mazda MX-5. We don't call it a Miata, because even the name sounds like something that I would use during a menstrual cycle.
And at first I thought I was just having issues because he was paying more attention to the car than to me, but then I remembered that he never paid any attention to me to begin with.
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