When it comes to cars I wish I could say that that the reason I don’t know anything about them is because I am missing that boy gene that gives you automatic knowledge of all things mechanical but the truth is I simply don’t care.
A car gets you from A to B and they invented mechanics and RACQ so people like me didn’t have to care, so hunting around on a Saturday for spark plugs or winch cables isn’t really high on my list of favourite things to do.
But I promised I’d play Cupid and if spending an hour in an auto shop means helping out singles then who am I to argue….. only problem is it turned out this time I am absolutely no help to you.
From the minute I walked into Super Cheap on the weekend rating the quality of men was the very last thing on my mind. Ducking in with a male companion as to not look like I was wandering around aimlessly and suspected of shoplifting, I realised that I was way out of my comfort zone. Surrounded by tyres and power tools I feel like I have entered a secret male domain that people with lady parts should dare dwell. While my fellow shopper disappears into the masses of car things I tried not to get disorientated by shelf upon shelf of all things male. Just when I was about be engulfed by boyness and start burping and craving beer, I spotted my salvation – PINK! In the sea of black and grey, winking at me like a shiny beacon of hope is a bright pink object. Not having my glasses on (I’m blind as a bat without them) I raced across the store to behold a lovely pink picnic blanket and then not far away cute pink butterfly seat covers and other pink car accessories.
Feeling slightly more at home, holding the picnic blanket like a child holds their teddy I glance around the shop hoping that my terrifying cross into the male domain was not all in vain. Although the shop is lacking in male customer perhaps I can gain some vital knowledge into the male mind. Would men look for women here or would the gleam for the new drills distract them from a single gal lurking by the rakes? Looking at my male companion lost in a sea of car parts I seriously begin to doubt that this is the place to pick up – other than asking me to help find bolts [which was stupid because a)- I don’t’ have my glasses on and b)- bolts????] he has completely forgotten that I exist.
I wonder if this is how men feel when they go shopping with us - surrounded by shoes do I block out men staring in my direction? Although a boy in a shoe store would be a fairly rare occurrence anyway.. at least the boys I know. I guess I will just chalk this one up to experience, the only thing I wanted to pick up at the Store was that pink picnic blanket!
A car gets you from A to B and they invented mechanics and RACQ so people like me didn’t have to care, so hunting around on a Saturday for spark plugs or winch cables isn’t really high on my list of favourite things to do.
But I promised I’d play Cupid and if spending an hour in an auto shop means helping out singles then who am I to argue….. only problem is it turned out this time I am absolutely no help to you.
From the minute I walked into Super Cheap on the weekend rating the quality of men was the very last thing on my mind. Ducking in with a male companion as to not look like I was wandering around aimlessly and suspected of shoplifting, I realised that I was way out of my comfort zone. Surrounded by tyres and power tools I feel like I have entered a secret male domain that people with lady parts should dare dwell. While my fellow shopper disappears into the masses of car things I tried not to get disorientated by shelf upon shelf of all things male. Just when I was about be engulfed by boyness and start burping and craving beer, I spotted my salvation – PINK! In the sea of black and grey, winking at me like a shiny beacon of hope is a bright pink object. Not having my glasses on (I’m blind as a bat without them) I raced across the store to behold a lovely pink picnic blanket and then not far away cute pink butterfly seat covers and other pink car accessories.
Feeling slightly more at home, holding the picnic blanket like a child holds their teddy I glance around the shop hoping that my terrifying cross into the male domain was not all in vain. Although the shop is lacking in male customer perhaps I can gain some vital knowledge into the male mind. Would men look for women here or would the gleam for the new drills distract them from a single gal lurking by the rakes? Looking at my male companion lost in a sea of car parts I seriously begin to doubt that this is the place to pick up – other than asking me to help find bolts [which was stupid because a)- I don’t’ have my glasses on and b)- bolts????] he has completely forgotten that I exist.
I wonder if this is how men feel when they go shopping with us - surrounded by shoes do I block out men staring in my direction? Although a boy in a shoe store would be a fairly rare occurrence anyway.. at least the boys I know. I guess I will just chalk this one up to experience, the only thing I wanted to pick up at the Store was that pink picnic blanket!
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