08 June, 2002 - 7:07 p.m.

Now I don't consider myself a petrol-head. I can't fix my own radiator. I can't change a tire. I don't know where my carburetor is. etc etc etc. I guess you can call me your typical ignoramus as far as cars and what makes them go, go.

But if I were to be completely honest, I have a MAJOR thing for guys who know what they're doing to cars and motors and stuff. I don't know what it is. I just go absolutely weak-kneed around a guy wielding a spanner and a socket wrench. I love the tiny, dark smears of oil they get along the side of their nose where they've scratched an itch. I simply adore the smoky smell of their hair, from where they've bent over the exhaust pipe.

I like a guy who can change his own oil. I like the little cuts they get in between their knuckles from grazing it on the .. thingy .. you know the one. It's located next to that other .. thingy. Anyway.

I like a white t-shirt that's all wrinkled and mussed up. I like a cheeky grin, where the teeth gleam extra white against the darker grime covering their features.

Ugh, cold shower here I come ;)