If you haven’t already noticed, I’m not a normal gal.
In fact, I’ve been frequently called a man trapped in a (seriously hot, seriously female) body. (Actually, the parenthetical part has never been spoken in my presence. I was shaped like a ruler until a year ago when I started gaining weight. Damn you, metabolism!)
This is why, when my then-fiance was talking about the purchase of an engagement present, I liked his first idea best: Engagement Muscle Car.
He had logical reasons for suggesting it (some of which are itemized below). Of course, to me, logic was secondary to the noise a great muscle car made when driven (very quickly) under a bridge or down the highway. Let’s be honest. Muscle cars are hot.