boys with nice cars

When it comes to cars, I'm like most girls - I have no clue what's under the hood or how to fix a flat tire, but I do like lots of accessories. I remember the day my father surprised me with a new car. He phoned me from the dealership and asked me what kind of car I wanted. I said "Black".

Maybe because I have my own ride, or maybe just because I know nothing about cars, but whether a guy pulls up in a lemon or a Lexus doesn't really make a big diff to me.

I don't know where you live, but in Brooklyn these days, having a nice car is like having a nice house - no indication of what's in your bank account. Everyone knows someone who can get them a good deal. It isn't that hard to lease a luxury ride anymore. Even the boys working at kosher delight drive Escalades. (and let's not forget the boys who RENT to impress - which by the way, is so fakewood)

And then there are the boys who come from money, whose families actually do have gelt (well, as far as anyone knows, because espesh in our post-Madoff world, money isn't what it used to be). So they have fancy cars. That don't impress me much. They're just lucky their fathers were born before them. Because spending money is easy (I know, I'm pretty good at it). Making money is a whole other ballgame - and boys who know how to play that game are the kind that turn me on.

So if a boy turns up in a zeidymobile without a/c, but one that he paid for with his own sweat and tears, that's hot.

Maybe because after hearing this story I'm about to let you in on, I'm just happy the guy has his license.

I'm totally guilty of theft for telling you this, because the story is one for the books, but I'm sure my friend will moichel me come Yom Kippur.

So a little while ago, my lovely friend gets set up on yet another shidduch date. Everything checks out normal about this guy, and - big plus for my Canadian friend - the boy is willing to travel to her town for the date.

Date night comes and she's waiting for the boy to show. He arrives to her house a few minutes late looking a little disheveled, but still somewhat presentable. He explains that he is sorry he's late but didn't realize his hosts lived as far as they did.

"But they only live 4 blocks away", says my friend.
"But I walked", says her date.

My friend thinks this is an interesting start to what would probably be an interesting date, but for the sake of good manners, offers that she had a car that they could use for the night.

So she grabs her keys and the young couple walks out the door.

And then...

When they're near the car, this bochur coughs and puts out his hand, palm up.

"Am I supposed to slap him 'five'?", my friend thinks to herself.
"Huh???", she asks instead.
"Your keys", says her date.
"You want my keys?!", asks my friend.

Rather reluctantly, she obliges. She hands him her keys, and off they go on their lovely little date...

Where he totals her car...

And they end up happily ever after...

With other people... (Im Yirtzeh Hashem!)