I've got a stunning yellow Z3. It's Dakar yellow and is beautifully curvaceous. I was tempted to name her after a stunning blonde that I dated eons ago, but I didn't feel comfortable about that. Instead, I decided to name her after my next conquest, Nadia. She isn't blonde, but she's stunningly attractive. I may regret this, if she proves to beyond my reach, but I'm in no hurry to compromise. You wouldn't sign Fred Binney if there was a remote possibility of signing Mo Salah, would you ?
I once saw a girl coming back from the beach. She had gorgeous red hair and a loose green dress on. Her locks were still wet and scruffy in a really sexy way where she'd been swimming in the sea and there were wet patches where her bikini was still damp under her dress. She was a vision of an angel of a vision. I decided to follow her to see where she lived, hoping to bump into her and maybe start a conversation. I spent weeks hiding in the woods near her house with a pair of binoculars until the time was right to strike. To cut a long story short, my 1993 Nissan Micra is named WPC Millar, after the policewoman who arrested me. She was absolutely stunning in her uniform with a blonde bob under her police hat, creep, slither, etc. etc.