Most of you know that I have a black car. Well it’s not exactly my car...she’s my girlfriend. AND she has a personality. A black sedan is like a woman in her thirties (including the wrong side of thirties)...very intense, serious, mysterious, warm, thoughtful, playful, sexy, and 'technically' perfect! One doesn’t take her lightly like a hormone raging teenager babe and paste her up with stupid stickers which either proclaim your name in bold letters on the front or free advertisement for MNC like Sony, Nike, Adidas etc, OR God forbid...the pain in the arse --the ubiquitous 'bum'per sticker! You treat her with respect, dignity, love and affection!

It isn’t enough if you fed her with 50 litres of premium 'Speed' buffet! She has to be taken care of...spoken to, listened to and accompanied to the beauty salon for her regular dose of embellishments. Any decent self respecting woman would and should go for her regular waxing, facial and bikini-area hair removal, right?

I, as a very devout lover, do all these and much more. I have even got two sets of designer clothes for her! They are skirts...formal skirts that cover the thunder thighs up to the ankles. Once covered...she is the epitome of grace and dignity. I let her be and feel quite satisfied and happy when she is sleeping blissfully. Buttttt...of late the wind has been playing havoc and this leads to some disastrous wardrobe mal-functioning. The wind (here I am thinking of Wiskyd, dont know why) Whizzes so much that I am enraged to say the least, to see her skirt up! What kinda voyeur is the wind? Huh? Each time I see her derriere exposed, I religiously pull down the cover. I mean each and every time... which is about a gazillion times in an hour. And I am worried. Seriously worried! Someone help me here...maybe I need Reffy's help?





On the other hand...my bike is like my concubine...she pleases me on demand. I hardly take care of her. Can you imagine that sometimes I even forget to feed her that she becomes comatose with hypoglycaemia and has to be 'wheeled' in for some emergency treatment! But I love her very much...the way she is...and she loves me too...we are happy with each other and she never lets me down. Literally! Touchwood! Amen to that!



Two different ‘genres’ of girl friends and both behaving differently! What more can a man want? (Yea, he wants more girl friends.)



Amen
d_w

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