Drive

10/2005

Guys use puppies to get girls. No joke. From time to time, they even use toddlers.

But until recently, I wasn’t aware there was an equivalent in girl world. There is.

After a long day, I was handed the keys to my rental car. I asked for an SUV. I got a Mustang. Too tired to bicker, I accepted the arrangement. I would find a way to haul cargo in the 2-door coupe. Turns out, it was the deal of a lifetime.

Not only did I feel like Danika Patrick tooling around town, every time I left the car, I’d return to find a gaggle of guys gawking. As I approached the vehicle, casually dangling the keys, they looked at me like I was the coolest chick alive. Three helped load boxes. Two offered cold drinks. One even stuttered. No lie.

Guys waved. Guys followed. Guys gushed. Maybe you don’t need the added attention. Me? I love it. Maybe you’re not interested in creating intrigue. Maybe you’ve got more than enough on your plate. In that case, don’t get a Mustang for the weekend.

But if you’re like me and you don’t mind being surrounded by handsome men…if you’re like me and you don’t mind being asked out by three cute guys in less than five minutes…if you’re like me and don’t mind a little stuttering now and then – buy one or rent one. Because if anything will turn a guy’s head, a Mustang will.