I thought there was no other. Yeah, I may have looked at that Lex IS300 and GS400 a couple of times, but it didn't mean anything. Then last night I saw her(2002 M3) and there was no denying that I must have those blue angel eyes in my parking space. She was wearing a a charcoal grey 2 door outfit with some Pirelli p7000s. My Boy told me to take a look inside. I dared not to because "Sharayn" was right there watching, looking as to say "You better not step your azz into that Euro trash". I couldn't help but look into those blues, God they were beautiful. Then I did the unthinkable, and got in. I didn't even start the car and she was making me feel something. I was all up inside her with my hands all on her interior. That wood on the steering wheel, d$$n, how could this be happening. I got out, knowing if I took a test drive, that I would be visiting the nearest BMW dealership without a blink of the eye. I was always fond of Beemers, before the Legend, but it was always that nasty little 635csi, she had her way with me in Cali one year and I never forgot her. Right now I feel bad. I haven't even given Sharayn the slightest good morning start up. I hope she can forgive me, but she knows that she has to share my heart now.......What Do I Do?