Nia

I am not a car guy. I say that because I know so many dudes who worship cars and fantasize about when they will own (or lease) a Benz or Lexus or a Porsche. Sure, if money was no object, I would buy a BMW and enjoy it like the toy that it is, but I would never worship it. Nor would I define myself by it. What I would also never do is drive a better car than my wife.

I am big believer that my wife is a representation of me. When she is out in the world and she is wearing our wedding band on her hand people know that she is mine. And although that may sound contradictory to what I said earlier, it is important to me that my wife feels good, look good and yes, shines. She is a car girl, and although I have not had the resources to buy her the car of her dreams, I understand that it is one of her dreams and one day, just to see her smile, I have every intention of buying it for her.

As a representation of me, she must drive the best that we have. We have two cars: a dented base model Dodge Durango and a slightly sleeker, more fuel efficient Acura TL. The Acura is the “better” car thus I insisted that it be her primary mode of transportation. I can drive the bulkier car because I don’t care; I firmly believe that men who buy hot cars want to attract hot women. I am not that dude. I prefer to let my Queen have the best that I have and show the world that I will give her my all, at all times. Some of it may be superficial but I am not professing that I am above that. She married me because she said I was a giver and, for that, I will do my best to give her all that I have. I am.