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Join Date: Mar 2008
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Re: Mazda MX-5 Mk1
It wasn't long ago that i thought these cars were cool. Pretty girls could always be seen in them; top down, hair billowing in the wind, their eyes curiously hidden behind dark lenses as the beat of the sun glinted off them. They would roar past, their faces etched into a "I know i'm cool and good looking. And i know you want me" look of glamorous arrogance, that wry half smile just parting their lips enough to see their perfect pearly whites. It was one of my highs of the summer. They were everywhere, and i loved them.
So imagine my dismay as i finally pluck up the courage to speak to one of the these drivers. It was in the winter, so top up with scarves and hats to fight the breezy conditions that you get inside these things. It was a chilly Monday morning. New frost had settled overnight creating a crisp freshness that was as invigorating as it was biting. I approached the car not sure of what i was going to say or how i was going to say it. I just knew the moment was right. Maybe ask her to join me for a warming coffee, or maybe just comment on her car. I could have said a million things, and all of them were racing through my mind with frightening speed that matched the rate of my heart.
I approached from the rear so as to catch her as she stepped out, deciding in the end to go for the "oh, i'm sorry" route as i bumped into her as she opened her door. A perfect opener i thought.
The moment will stick with me for the rest of my life. It was hideous and not even female. My moment of bliss had gone forever. Never could i look at these cars with the same warm affection as before. The image was now permanently tainted with a builders big stomach hidden by a stretch shirt and florescent jacket.
Uncool thanks to him.
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