The good-looking, young salesman was hanging on my every word, and my curiosity grew. “Tell me, have you ever sold one of these sports cars to a woman?” I finally asked.

I’d walked onto the dealership lot purely on a whim. Or maybe it was some deeper, truly buried impulse. Since turning 40 a week earlier, I had been feeling...off. Like I wasn’t myself. Or wasn’t somehow being allowed to be myself.

The salesman hemmed and hawed.

“Well, I don’t think, that is — ” He stopped his verbal fumbling and looked me straight in the eye. “Honestly, I’ve barely sold anyone anything on this lot. I started here four days ago.”

We had gathered around a slick-looking vehicle that seemed like a jungle cat ready to pounce. It reminded me of... Leer Más