How To Impress And Attract Women

Today, we are going to take a little trip through time, back to when ya boi was a little younger and had about 0 luck talking to those things that look a little different, girls.

Girls are a little different than boys, and it's not really my job to tell you how, so I'll leave that to your parents, or in my case, the public school system. But guys, trust me, someday something will happen and you'll want to impress them, and I have the one thing that will make sure she will fall for you.

I'm talking about stick shifts.

Thats right! The manual car! The transmission that is possibly, maybe, I'm not 100% sure so don't quote me, on it's way out the door is the key to impressing the girl of your dreams.

For those of you who don't know what a stick is, you can:

A. Stop reading and go away.
B. Look up what it is and come back and continue reading.

Alright, serious time. A stick is a car with a transmission that you shift yourself, the car doesn't do it for you. You select the gears and change them all on your own. It's honestly so much fun and driving an automatic is boring compared to a stick. I urge everyone to go learn and keep the manual transmission alive. The only issue is that manual cars are becoming rarer in our world because some people don't like them because I have no idea. They're wrong though, and that's what counts.

Now, it's time for why you need to learn stick. Like I said earlier, it will impress the ladies. I know you're sitting there thinking "How?! How does that work?! Share your glorious knowledge Cody!".

The truth is that I don't know how or why it works, but all I can tell you is that when I started driving a stick, I went from a kid who couldn't talk to girls, to a man who ran into a door after his first kiss. Thats progress ladies and gentlemen.

It's time to round this all up!

All you guys need to do is rip a rad 4-3 downshift while an attractive woman is in the passenger seat.

Then watch the magic happen.

Thanks for reading!

The Unicorn

Basically, I've been in Spain for the last four weeks tearin' it up and what not, and I've seen some pretty interesting coches, or "cars" for those of you who are uncultured philistines. A few Ferrari's here and there and maybe even a Range Rover or two, but nothing that really made me get on my knees and thank god for that blessed moment of pure automotive happiness.

Until yesterday. Yesterday, I saw it. The unicorn. MY unicorn.

But first, a quick intro into how I found it. I took a trip to Barcelona with a group of friends, and we have been traveling around the city looking at the sites, such as the Sagrada Familia, Olympic Stadium, and god willing, a Spanish version of the world famous golden arches positioned strategically close to a nude beach. I mean what more can you ask for?

While taking a taxi to a fountain show late at night, I happened to notice a car up ahead that was sitting pretty low to the ground. It peaked my interest for a second, but I figured it was just some basic vehicle, like a Peugeot or some pedestrian Ferrari. As I got closer, I noticed the taillights, and thats when it hit me. This is the night I will remember forever, because there, on the streets of Barcelona, was my unicorn.

The DeLorean.

It was beautiful and every promise made by Back To The Future was finally fulfilled. The gull-wing doors looked amazing and all I wanted to do was open the door and slam it into fourth gear. I mean, I could've probably hit 88mph and went back in time to stop my past self from acting foolish in front of all those girls back in high school. Naïve Cody, as I like to call him, really needed some help back then.

So basically the entire taxi ride consisted of two American's freaking out in the back of a taxi over a car. I've left a good impression on that Spanish taxi driver, who will think from now on that all American's love DeLorean's. But if we're being honest, who doesn't?

Anyways! Usually I leave you guys with some sort of lesson that may or may not apply to the story I told earlier, and today isn't really going to be all that different.

I urge the 6 people that aren't my mom reading this blog to study abroad, because maybe, just maybe, you'll find your unicorn as well. Also, nude beaches.

Thanks for reading!