> I'm one, new to my car -- only had _him_ since Thanksgiving.
Welcome to MG's and the list!
> every guy I've met
> for the last 6 months has been weird or has a girlfriend already, the
> latest perfect guy having found a girlfriend (not me) two days
> after the blowtorch-like flame shot out of James' starter solenoid.
There are lots of perfect guys on this list. Just ask 'em!
> theory is that James was jealous of the time I was spending with the guy,
> had to do something to get my attention -- as a result, I have a car
> that's broken and no man.
I can understand being upset about the car. My car has been with me
through a lot of men. Back when I first got my car, I got a lot of
weird reactions from guys about the car. They fell into two categories.
One was the assumption that I must be an idiot to buy an old British car,
therefore I needed to be protected by not being allowed to make any
decisions for myself. I once told a story like this to the list. The
other was the assumption that my car was always going to be broken down
and need work that I couldn't afford and I'd need rides everywhere I
needed to go, so I'd be a blood sucking leach that would drain a guy dry.
Even though I told every guy I met that I was a professional MG mechanic,
they still couldn't believe that I could keep my car running. I still
don't know if that was an insult to MG's or me.
My car and I are now much older (and it's a classic and I'm not) and the
world (at least Southern California) has mellowed out. Now guys think
it's really cool that I have old cars and can work on them because they
want me to work on their cars too! That's why I live with someone with a
'91 Toyota truck.
> I always read Denise Thorpe though.
How could you avoid me? I post every 30 seconds or so.
> What jobs have you not had?
Well, the first one that comes to mind is the oldest one. Actually,
the list of jobs I haven't had stretches to the moon and back. I've
just acquired a few skills over the years (lots of years). I recently
saw brain surgery performed and it looked pretty easy, but no one will
let me try it.
Denise Thorpe again