I feel for you. You are so excited about the black color, even renaming it to be cooler. You have visions of this really badass black thing roving the streets....I get it....and then, you have to live with it....every speck of dust calling your name....every minor swirl scraping against your corneas....every time an insect looks at it cross-eyed, you're out with polish and microfiber and heaven help you if you ever have to go through a mechanical car wash.....don't look!!
Not sure how old you are but there's a difference between a crazy Saturday night and whom you marry. "High maintenance" really can start to get you down long after the initial thrill wears off. Ever google and see the video on "hot vs. crazy"? That's black paint on a car. Get what you want, but can't let you go without at least a friendly, neighborly heads-up from at least one voice of experience!