That car, a Malibu, was so not what I wanted, but it was what my parents bought for me, and so it's what I drove. I wanted a Carmaro, Corvette, or Firebird. In spite of my initial misgivings, I had some great times and travels with that car. I kept it until I bought a car with my own money. The car I bought was a 1989 Accord Coupe.
I absolutely loved my Accord, except for the beige interior. Had it not been "liberated from my tyranny" in 1993, I quite possibly may never have bought a BMW. At the very least, my first BMW would have been an E46 rather than an E36.
If there's any one thing that's consistent about my taste in cars, it's that I am not "into" sedans. I like coupes. Period.
All the best.