Having your own vehicle puts you ahead of guys who don't.
Me and a co-worker were competing for the attention of this one cute girl I liked a couple years ago. He had the game, he had the confidence and extroverted qualities that win girls hearts, but when it came to bring her from the party to home, he cracked. The line "I just came here with my friends, I don't got my own ride." slipped out of his mouth, and I offered her a ride home with my truck. She was drunk, and doing the cross-legged yearning most drunk girls do, undressing down to just her shirt and what not complaining it was too hot. Tugging on her bra straps, bending forward towards my dash and letting her thong show, face red and eyes focused on me way too much. "You going home alone?" she said. I nodded, chuckling nervously as I focused on the road. "I'm going home alone too, I don't wanna be alone though. I still wanna party." I thought she meant she wanted me to taxi her somewhere, to which I refused. I didn't get her invitation.
This was in my blue-pill days, and I just chuckled nervously, said nothing, and brought her STRAIGHT HOME, ignoring all the "hey you should come over to the passenger side and **** me" messages. The spreading legs, laughing, compliments, asking if she could scoot closer.
I said goodnight to her and obliviously turned her advances away because I was under the impression that "drunk = rape". I could hear a man screaming in the distance as she stepped outside, waited at the door, waving at me as I drove away.
That man was me in a different universe, probably on some kind of interdimensional television screen seeing this **** unfold and SCREAMING IN ABSOLUTE HORROR as I sent a horny girl home without a bedmate.
I'm feeling the shame shivers even telling this story, dear lord.