I wouldn’t be attracted to a guy in any of the guy-cars shown. I’d associate those cars with the kind of guy who would have a Playboy calendar hanging in his fake-wood-paneled rumpus room and who would spend weekends watching televised wrestling. All the cars shown are the kind that would have a little pine tree hanging from the mirror and french fries on the floor.
I’d be attracted to a guy in a mid-'80s Jaguar XJ6 – something that says “I choose good stuff and then I hang onto it until it dies,” which is how I hope a man will feel about his car, his home, and his wife. I like the kind of car that feels like it wants to take you to the opera and then to a nice restaurant for dessert.