I remember a male friend of mine said years ago to another mutual male friend that owned a pretty laid out BMW 640i, (something like that) that half his work was done with getting a female because of his car.
I feel like, as much as my father was a true Cadillac man, I never really got attached to cars like that. I definitely don't want to drive around with a car with emphysema that coughs and chokes at me, but I've never wanted a man more because he had pretty wheels. I just haven't. And it certainly didn't change my mind if I didn't want him in the first place. I actually know a lot of lame ass guys with dope rides unfortunately. I might sound like a hater but I don't give a damn, y'all should know that about me by now. Call me what you want, but if you have a Jaguar with an '82 Volkswagen personality, that car won't make any chemistry magically appear on my behalf.
Apparently Ray-J has landed a 7-figure TV deal with VH-1 where he spends about 1/2 a million on "His and Hers" exotic sports cars. He's currently with a ladybug named Princess Love and spent an attractive penny on a Bentley Continental convertible for Ms. Love -- and a Ferrari 458 for himself. (Info courtesy of TMZ.com)
