El Caminos. Corvettes. You name it.
I have a confession to make. I was really really shallow when it came to what kind of car a guy drove.
Like it was a deal breaker.
Crazy, I know, but it was. For some reason, it just really mattered. Like the guy who drove the El Camino.
You know, that half-car, half-pickup truck contraption that must have been popular at one time or another.
Well, it wasn’t in the nineties when I went on a date with a guy who drove one of those, and while he was attractive and charming and had a number of other great qualities, he, well, he had that car.
So I went out with him a couple times, but I just couldn’t get past that car and I’d cringe every time he’d pull up to my condo to pick me up.
And then more things started to bug me about him until finally, I became really unavailable when we tried to find a time to go out.
So that was that.
But it would happen again, and again.
I was particularly stuck on corvettes. Something about a guy in a new fast corvette did it for me every time. Why, I don’t know. Except that maybe it had something to do with its image as a fast car.
And I, after all, was into that type of guy. A hot, fast, guy.
And you know what? I really thought I could take a hot, fast, guy and make him into a guy who would settle down with me and be my one and only hot, fast guy solely in love with me. In a committed relationship.
I really believed if I could just be everything he had ever wanted in a women, he’d fall madly in love with me and give up his entire single life. And that’s what I thought about every one of those types of guys that I was attracted to.
Now if I had just figured out where that path would eventually take me, I could have avoided all the pain and heartbreak I would incur by being attracted to that type of guy.
Because I hadn’t yet figured out that it wasn’t my place to change him in the first place. But like I said, I hadn’t figured that out yet.
But you can.
So take a little piece of advice from someone who’s been there, and rid yourself of any ideas that you can get a guy to change just by being all that. He’s got so much history and baggage and a host of other things that he brings to the relationship by the time the two of you get together, that there’s no way he’s going to change just because you’re all that.
And I’ll let you in on a secret; he knows it, too.
But he’s got his own reasons for the way he is, and you getting into that is only going to make you crazy while he still remains his own commitment-wary self. But I know, we want so badly to believe that we can make them change.
And because, sometimes, we fall that hard.
P.S. Check out the book Men Who Can’t Love – I wish I’d read it before I ever set eyes on a guy. But it still wouldn’t have convinced me that my guys weren’t the exception to the rule and that I wasn’t the one woman in the world who really could make a guy want to change. And you might be thinking that too. I understand. All too well. But sometimes hearing it from someone who’s been down that path and seeing where it got her can help us see the light more clearly for ourselves. I hope so.