….and then I hear Shania Twain That Don’t Impress Me Much on the radio. Look it’s not simply about the fact that I have a car. That’s a “duh” way of looking at it, but then it’s Shania but really it’s just a tool to me. I don’t kiss it, I only clean it once a year and theres a glop of birdshit on the back window for a week. They don’t just give you a car, you need a decent job and a credit rating. History. If you want me to get into it, really, what happened was my old car’s rad died, causing the car to stall in an intersection, that allowed me to coast into a bus terminal parking lot, where across the street was a dealership I walked to to buy a new car. Which I did, within an hr. How”s that for impressive? And I am good looking. If that donlt impress you much, and honestly Shania sounds like a real fucking thankless bitch in that song anyway, too high maintenance. Unattainable. Mutt left her too. My point is, as good as I am, and I think I’m pretty fucking good, some overweight troll probably has more money and it trumps what I have to many women. I haven’t combed my hair in years, I use my fingers, and my hair is always a mess. Like buddy above me says gross or unattractive (in every way) women with lots of money, I couldn’t even get it up, and life would be miserable. Women don’t care. I’m sure they’d take both, but the problem is that’s not the way things work most of the time. You’re blessed with one or the other. Personally, I like me. Wouldn’t want to be anyone else. I looked in the mirror the other morning taking a piss, I haven’t been eating much lately because of the heat and humidity, with working out and work, I’m ripped.