To protect my sweet Sophie, my 2002 jeep grand cherokee, with her high mileage and my demanding drive schedule, Jason told me we would put synthetic oil in her. We purchased the oil filter & the oil & headed home.
On the way home he tells me that once we make this switch, she can never go back to regular oil. OK, I thought. Duly noted & all that jazz. Then he tells me that the synthetic oil cost a great deal more than regular oil, blah, blah, blah about the benefits. "Fine" & "whatever" are being said in my head. Then I hear how much it will cost at the dealership to have the synthetic oil changed.
I reply to him that "this is a real commitment then." He is looking at me trying time figure out where we have lost connection. He tells me that he became committed to me when he told me he loved me. I explain that "this" kind of commitment is a great deal more serious than his proclamation of love. I also remind him that he told his ex wife he loved her too. Snotty on my part for sure, but the perfect emphasis for my point.
I explain that by allowing him to make this change to my sweet car that he is committing to her life time of oil changes as I cannot afford to take her to Jiffy Lube and pay that kind of money. This is a real commitment, like having children together, that could exist longer than his love for me, or mine for him. This is a commitment that the next girlfriend would need to be told about before things get serious. The next woman might not take kindly to seeing me every 5000 miles. I can't say I will be any more excited about this than she will be, but I have to be practical about these things.
My Sophie's health is at stake here. Obviously, I want the best for her so it appears I am in a truly committed relationship now. Jason was not happy about the tone that this conversation was taking, so I let it drop, but I did want to capture the moment our relationship became permanent, I mean this is a jeep and she has another 100,000 miles in her easy.
Crazy how these things happen.