I once bought a Jeep with leather seats just to impress a man. It worked.
A couple of weeks later that man was sitting beside me in that very Jeep. I forget his name … I just remember that I felt like waving to everybody in the streets and pointing at the Man, to show him off so to speak.
The fact that I’m a Single Female Bicycle Rider now shows that it did not last. But surprisingly I feel really sexy when I ride my Kronan through Alice. Of course this is an illusion because I’m too old to be sexy and a bicycle is the last thing that is considered cool, let alone sexy. But there you are, do not ask me why but I feel sexy while on a bike.
I start glancing at other bicycle riders to see if I find any of them sexy. No, definitely not. But I can see that those that are in control of their bike … that they too feel sexy.
I’m not talking about those who suffer and labor to build up some speed, no, that definitely is very off-putting, but those that ride effortlessly … they feel as sexy as I do. I can see it, sense it.
They too know that others don’t think them sexy, but they, like I, do not give a damn and continue unencumbered and unburdened, to feel sexy. It is a kind of delicious narcissism; the narcissism of the Single not-necessarily-female Bicycle Rider.
It’s probably the only type of narcissism that doesn’t hurt anybody, even not the Single Female Bicycle Rider.