There's my car! I loves it! =)
Most Helpful Girl
Sigh. Sometimes the "Mars"/"Venus" concept is taken too literally. Step back and consider:
First, ask yourself "What's the deal with guys liking sports cars?"
You slide into the plush leather driver's seat and set that bad boy into gear. ZOOM along the freeway, slaloming between the cars at -- what, 90? my bad; I'll slow it down to 87. The wind laps at your hair, the wind stings your cheekbones as you take on ever turn. You get to your destination, turn off the ignition and take a moment to sigh contentedly and settle into your seat. For that little moment, life is good.
Someone spots you, grinning like the cat who ate the canary, and wants that happiness. First thing they think of is "ZOOM" and the childish inclination to get that.
They're attracted to the feeling of exhilaration associated with being in that type of car.