to find a man who coudlnt drive UTTERLy unattractive

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and rather pathetic

yadaydayd meddical expcetiosn etc

chicken... or egg, blowsy

hmm.. I think this 'who is more in charge of their own destiny' thing could go round and round For Some Considerable Time...

Yes, I like the fact that DP is home same time everyday and isn't pissed off after a shitty day at work followed by sitting in traffic.

on the other hand, always being in the passenger seat must be a little disempowering

But these men can't drive. They can't get in to a car and make it move safely and legally. That is sooooo not sexy to me, sorry - and no amount of 'but my husband is so fit from his 10 mile hikes' will convince me otherwise.

mine can, he passed his test years ago. i sometimes blame his mother for being over protective she still makes excuses for him.

WEell, I wear the fecking trousers in this house.

I like the fact that he is weedy and submissive because I'M IN FECKING CHARGE.

Tis still a bone of contention, but only when on long jpourneys

I agree, it's not about if they choose not to drive but have passed their test, it's if they have never learnt - very unsexy to me!! It makes them seem a bit weedy!

Oh come on!@hatrick. be reasonable. I can't include a disclaimer in every post I make.

Agree, hatrick. I must have missed the memo on 'driving licence equals sexiness' too.

What a strange thread.

I can drive but don't, DH can but never bothered taking his test - his grandad taught him. We live in central London and use public transport, walk or take a taxi. We never cadge lifts.

We arrange holidays that don't need cars or where we can use cabs. We have bikes in Northumberland and DH does loads of cyling with the kids.

A fit man in lycra, who can cycle to the top of a Northumbrian hill without breaking into a sweat is pretty sexy in my book.

Small feet = non/crap driver a weird but true fact in my experience. The facts -

ex a- size 8 feet, non driver
ex b - size 9 feet, many failed attempts at getting licence and now shit driver
ex c - likewise, now shit driver and also gay
ex d - size 11 feet, great driver plus pilot's licence

Dh - size 11 feet, great driver.

Case closed.?

du calme...

souvenons-nous les
conduire-gants

et aussi, les slip-ons

Excepting medical circumstances, I guess it comes down to what a man's priorities were when he was seventeen ie 'learning to drive' age.

My Dh was playing guitar in a successful band. Other non-driving male friends were absorbed in drama school, or studying a subject which absorbed them, another was caring for aging parents. In contrast a lot of my male mates who rushed into driving at the first opportunity were in jobs that bored them rigid and they had nothing better to do than spend their wages on learn to drive a) because they had the cash b) because they felt they had to prove themselves. Before I get flamed OBVIOUSLY THIS IS NOT ALWAYS THE CASE. But there are other things in life apart from learning to drive ffs.

I think it's also the case that if you don't learn at the first opportunity you mature a bit and realise that driving isn't the be all and end all. You find other things to spend your money on. Learning to drive becomes a decision rather than something you feel obliged to 'do' just because everyone else seems to think that it's crucial. Which it isn't.

Different strokes for different folks.

KT14 - Dh doesn't drive and wears size 13s.

Also, I'm quite happy to provide amusement at the garage next door. When I rock up for the MOT, they all chuckle and are greatly amused to learn Mr Oldycat still hasn't learned to drive.

Well put LuLu. But it does limit one's options. And that can be a little wearisome.

I do think though, that if one's been one of the ones who, for whichever reason, did not do it automatically at 18, it does take some gumption to get on and do it, simply because there are ways around it which will do for now. But they're never entirely satisfactory, I don't think.

Agree, LuLu! At 17, DH was spending all his weekends being a journo (well, one in training) and going out to parties.

I, on the other hand, had a dull job at the Wimpy and was studying hard for my A-levels. So learning to drive was the be-all and end-all for me.

Once I passed my test, I started going to parties. Only I was the designated driver

Different strokes indeed.