One day in the recent past, I woke up knowing that I had a sticky situation ahead of me. I had scheduled not one, but two blind dates with two separate “girls”. To make my upcoming romantic comedy even more interesting, the ladies in question weren’t just any girls but sisters. Like most siblings, they looked, walked and talked similar enough that either one would make a quality paramour. In all honesty, I didn’t put much effort into deciding on who I wanted to meet first. Like any guy who is secretly shallow, I picked the more elegant girl and spent the majority of the afternoon getting to know her. She was nice, soft-spoken, intelligent, very pretty and I could tell she held a very caring soul. As I shook her hand and watched her leave, I put the experience in the back of my mind so I could move on to my next date. I approached the other sister a bit differently; her subtle and casual looks put her off as being a bit of a tomboy - someone not afraid to get stuff done. As similar as the two girls seemed to be, especially given their parents, I was simply unprepared for what happened next. The second I shook the hand of the 2013 Hyundai Elantra GT, my heart melted for one of the sweetest girls I have ever met.