When you can’t help

…but you can’t stop trying

Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash

I am in love with a man who loves cars. He has loved them almost from the time he was pre-verbal, and he has told me about his mother telling him about how he could tell what kind of car they were following simply by looking at the tail lights and the rear design. What kind of car, the model and the year.

I support passions of all kinds, and I am intrigued by why people love what they do. I actually kind of love cars too, so I am more than sympathetic to a guy who is so extraordinarily careful with his cars that he dusts them with a feather duster—doesn’t want to scratch the paint, you see.

I’m going to guess you will guess what’s coming next.