When my twice-married, twice-divorced buddy at the senior center was still around, I wrote about his descriptions of the dating scene at our age. But I recently recalled one more item that surprised me. He told me women wanted to date someone with a nice car. Before they accepted his date invitation, they would ask what car he drove.
“Really?” I replied. “I am surprised they are so shallow.” (He drove a rusting-out Chevy S-10 pickup truck, which was a deal-breaker for many women. Didn’t matter how nice a guy he was, but I understood their reluctance. Chevy discontinued making them in 2004.)
Their car of choice, he told me, was a late-model Buick.
A Buick! That was the real surprise. If dating a new woman requires me to buy a Buick, I’ll stick with the wife I have. I appreciate her even more, now.