Moment, go away, the next one is more beautiful!

This, my dears, is exactly how any useful editorial should start when we're trying to shed some light on the problems that eat us up every day. I'm talking about the choices of our boyfriends and/or husbands make concerning the flawless beauty that, isn't it so, not all of us see it. Or should I say all of us girls. Of course I'm talking about the next car, the one right after the first three payments for the "old one" have been made.

From the perspective of the most experienced, but also of the active, modern and uninhibited woman, I will give way to roads that are there for all of us, simple ways towards understanding each other in a relationship and overall happiness.

My dears, ignorance can only aggravate the condition. A friendly, accessible information given to your husbands can get them closer to our right decision. It can make them trust it. This is the first stem towards a cure. And that's what I want to do, writing and sharing about the leather upholstery's beauty and imperfections, the transmission or the scurvy clutch pedal. I'm deeply convinced that solutions can be easily found if the problems are better and more profoundly understood.

I trust that, this way, the road to a cure is much easier to be walked upon by the ones who suffer from car organ affections and by the ones who sit against happiness, the crummy manufacturers, and the designers by the dozen. I'm sure you hear your husbands swear at them on a daily basis.

Let's face it, commitment towards a car is a constipated concept. I've read that in the review of a book which was depicting the relationships between women and men. There was a lady in it, a character, who had cheated on her husband with thousands of vibrators and was wondering if that will count at the final judgment. If it the hard effort would really mater since the penises weren't alive.

Any wife whose husband added the customization elements to the overall cost of the car should raise her hand. I know, you'll tell me, it doesn't matter. It's not like he's buying another one. He's saving money actually, beautifying the old one. The one which it loves like his own children. Well, that's a mistake ladies. The woman with the plastic penises used to name them all after the famous male movie stars which she saw together with her husband at the cinema every Thursday. I swear to you that every customization element is a frustration, an "Oh! Look, another 1000 Euros on this rear wing that isn't original and it's not even a sports car!".

Ladies, the only solution is to know how to keep the freshness of your current car. A hard battle, which we'll be carrying together. But it's worth it because, in the end, you'll be able to say: "Moment, go away, I'm so beautiful!" And that's only because you exited the spa, where you just used the 500 Euro subscription which could have made your exhaust scream like hell.

Write to me if you enjoy the idea!