I've come to the conclusion that the only reason Midlife-Crisis-Guys buy Porsches is to pick up 20 year old chicks in them.

If it was about the car, they'd get something fun like a Miata, or something terrifying like a Hellcat or a GTR, or something that's got character, i.e. a carburetor.

But a Porsche is none of these things, it's just sterile safe luxurious "fun" and the only kind of person that's impressed by one is a shallow 20yo chick who thinks she has a shot at being the 2nd wife and inheriting something.