why a woman, there horrible, get a camaro or a mustang(or if u got it a viper or a porshe). Rub my feet, go to the nail place wit me, carry this, buy me that, then the annoying questions, do u love me do u think im fat... and here is my favorite (me) babe im tired can u make me a grill cheese, (her) im not ur dam mother go to hell, ooo then there the other things, why dont u write me poetry, why dont u bring flowers no more, why dont u tell me u love me. Maybe its just the younger women, i dont noe. I have no prob wit doin that bull for her but dammit a quick meal will keep me alive. A muscle car doesnt do this, u buy gas u maintain it and it makes love to u when u mash the pedal and hop up on 2 wheels. I love women, all of them r bueatiful in there on ways but dam, there to difficult, maybe later maybe never but dam those muscle cars look better and better when i think about them. no wonder those old aces feel in love wit there planes. "if my hellcat could cook i would marry it" i would do the same, add some "attention" and im all set.
just my 2 cents