I am here to confess. No, I am not Catholic, and I know you are not a priest, but I need to get this off my chest. I don’t know exactly how to say this – so here goes…I have a problem with lust. See, lately, I have been lusting over several new cars and it has turned into a problem. A little background is probably in order though.
I have been driving an old, ancient even, Toyota Corrolla for the past several years. The car is paid off and not having a monthly car payment has been the responsible financial decision. But I drive a lot and I need something a little nicer. And hey, I’m making pretty good money now, might as well enjoy some of it – right? So I have a list of cars that I am thinking about getting.
The problem though is that I now see them everywhere. They see me too and beckon for me - that saucy little “radiant silver” Infinity G35 with the inviting sun roof and sexy chrome wheels. I nearly drove off the road this morning as I was undressing its well shaped aluminum skin in my mind – thinking about what is under its hood. Oh my – please forgive me.
And just last week – that siren, that beautiful black Nubian princess little Nissan Altima with what appeared to be the premium package, with beige leather, Bose audio system and Bluetooth, was calling out to me: “Test drive me. Take me for a spin. Take me home for 36-months (with no money down)”.
I don’t know how to shake this. I can’t actually commit to any of these cars until bonus time – which is in April. And I feel so dirty. My poor little Corrolla. I can’t imagine how she feels after supporting me through all these years. I will get through this. I just need some help from my friends. If any of you are around me any time soon, and notice my eyes wondering off toward that IS350 in the right-hand lane – smack me.
