In my dreams I drive a BMW X3. I like its small size, smooth lines and sexiness. In reality, we drive a less than sexy brown van.Friday night we pull in at Ambleside Beach two spots up from another van. I look at the van across the empty bay between us. It's also an insipid colour and has an elderly lady sitting in it waiting for her probably equally elderly husband to return from his walk.
I say to M, "There's nothing sexy about a van."
"I never said there was," he replies. "It's functional."
I pause.
"Well, for that you've got me," I smile.
"You're more than functional," he says with earnestness.
"Sexy, I'm talking about sexy."
"Oh ... I missed that."
Hmpf! After nearly fourteen years of marriage, I'm less than sexy but still more than just functional. I guess that's something.
