It was love at first sight for me. The minute I saw her, I knew I wanted her. Her curves drove me crazy. She could stand out in any crowd. Alas, like most young men, I soon got bored and wanted to move on. It wasn’t long before I started jumping from one to another. Somehow, none were as satisfying as my first love. Despite her many faults, she was still my first. Now that I’m older; I would give anything to have her back. But like most of my early cars, she’s probably rusting in a junkyard somewhere.