I know that most guys may not respond to this thread because it isn't considered "Manly" to show signs of sensitivity, but.... Those of us that have the great fortune to have fallen in love usually remember what sent us over the edge. She admitted that her dad owned a Liquor store. She knew how to drive a stick shift. She saw you spit and then hocked a loogie 3 feet past yours... Me? I was married once before I met my Mary. The first one was not an emotionally secure person. She often complained about how I spent so much time working and playing with my car. We split in 1993. I met Mary in 1999. I liked her a lot and figured that I would take things at a reasonable speed and see where things went from there. In March 2000 I answered an ad for a 1970 Charger for sale. I already had a 76 Camaro, a 73 Duster, a 74 Dart Sport, a 75 Dart 4 door and my work truck. I ended up buying the Charger and drove it home. Mary was so sweet and supportive of the decision to buy the Charger. I told her about how it was the one car that I had wanted since I was a kid. She was solidly in my corner and I just melted. Two days later I told her that I loved her. Several months later I painted the 73 Duster and sold it to buy an engagement ring. I painted and sold the Camaro to buy a wedding ring. 20 years have passed by since then and she is still the greatest woman that I have met. I am lucky to have her.