So I was out with a guy Saturday night and he picked me up in his convertible Toyota Solara. It's pretty much just a Camry with a few doors and a roof missing, so telling y'all (and its owner, if he reads this. Hey Brandon!) that I don't think it's a sexy car doesn't make me feel bad or anything.
But I low key loved it. Even though it's a boring ass car, sitting there without a roof made me feel things. And that's put me in a difficult position.
Partly because I don't know if I can justify going out again with a guy I'm not super into just because he has a soft-top Camry (TF did I just say?), and partly because... I think maybe I kinda really want one. I guess people who aren't middle aged dudes haven't really driven convertibles since Clueless, though.
I'm not all about the Solara, just the dream of a world without roofs. I can get a convertible BMW, whatever. They exist. It just feels kinda risky.
Driving around in a cabriolet — a BMW cabriolet, people! — seems like it might be exactly the kind of thing that's going to make everybody think I'm a spoiled, stuck-up, out of touch little valley girl.
So I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing here. Comment underneath and make an important life decision for me, y'all.