Driving Doctor Elizabeth

I am single and ready to mingle. But the spouse that I seek is not what most women search for. Rather than searching for an eligible bachelor who can treat me to dinner, buy me gifts, and generally serve as a sugar daddy by impressing me with his wealth, I hope to be the provider. Instead, I want my partner to perform acts of service including driving me around (where I’m a “passenger princess”) and cooking for me.

I make a decent salary as a recovering lawyer turned PhD student. I have signed up to lease a crimson 2024 Subaru Legacy. But having grown up in the Big Apple, I’m an inexperienced driver. I am afraid to go faster than 55 miles per hour for fear of losing control of the vehicle. To that end, I got an optometrist to check out my vision and signed up for five hours of nighttime lessons with Above Average Driving School in Durham. I am also going to practice short, sweet drives around Carbondale, where everything is located 10-20 minutes away. Finally, the car has a number of safety features which make it hopefully idiot-proof: these include a rearview backup camera, cross-traffic control, automatic pre-collision braking, lane assist, and EIGHT airbags.

I put my ex-boyfriend Gabriel on my insurance so that he could drive me around in bad weather or at night. He is a pretty skilled driver with excellent night vision, as he eats a lot of carrots and green vegetables. Therefore, I am letting him use my car for Instacart as he tries to earn some quick cash to save up for seminary (after we parted ways, he decided to pursue the priesthood). In return, he has to give me rides when the drives are long or the roads are icy or wet. I think it’s a fair trade.

After my mom graduated as the salutatorian of the All India Institute of Medical Sciences, she sought to have an arranged marriage with another professional. She met a doctor, who said that there wasn’t room for two doctors in a household. After the rejection, she met my father, who resembled a Bollywood star with his big mustache. However, his mother (my grandma) was so impressed with my mom’s academic credentials that she went on a hunger strike until my dad agreed to marry my mom. My mom was the breadwinner, making three times my dad’s income, and my dad was in charge of the children and the household duties. This arrangement worked out for them, and I think a trophy husband would work out well for me. Any takers?