more car shopping

A sorry worn out looking car with 10,000 more miles on the odometer than the man told me it had and which seems to be in a used car lot although it is a private party sale somehow seems plausible to me. The carpet (gray) is really beaten down. He says it just needs a good vacuuming. It does seem to run alright. (The man keeps saying during the short test drive "uh. I think you're in 3rd gear...") I try to arrange taking it to a mechanic to have it checked out, get stumped by the logistics of that and leave, apologizing too much.

The man looks like the nice android on "Alien" or "Alien 2", whichever movie it is that he isn't in but somebody who looks like him is, being an android oozing stuff that looks like milk when he gets killed. Except this one looks puzzled. An android wouldn't be, right?

A few blocks down the road I realize OF COURSE I don't want to buy that car. I just wanted to buy it to be done with car shopping. A few more blocks down the road I realize I feel exactly like that about dating. And the rest of the way home I think about why in car shopping you achieve that by talking yourself into something as soon as possible, but in dating you accomplish it by talking yourself out of something as soon as possible. I feel confused.