I was driving home from work today ... on the freeway ... stuck in traffic ... and the squealing from my tires was making me nuts. After I stopped by the dealership to drop off my payment, I swung by Mr. Sexy Mechanic's shop. This is the same Mr. Sexy Mechanic who, when I needed my rotors replaced, he replaced them and then drove my truck to my house for me. I live right up the road from his shop. Thinking of him standing in my living room makes me sweat. Anyway, back to what I was talking about. I told Mr. SexMech that my brakes were squealing like crazy, so he told me to pull my truck into the shop. I walked into the office to talk to him while his boys jacked it up and took the wheels off to take a look at it. SexMech tells me that a lot of times what causes squealing is dirt, and commented on what a dusty, dirty world we live in. We walked back over to my truck and he took the air compressor thing and blew a shit-ton of dirt out of my brakes. One of the boys commented, "Wow, those are brand new. Look at how clean they are." So I guess my brakes are good to go. The cost of this adventure? Nada. AND I got to ogle over SexMech. I told him that I needed my oil changed, and we made an appointment for some time Saturday morning.
I left the shop, drove home, and couldn't help but to take personal the dirty world "we" live in. He's seen where I live. It's dusty and dirty. Always. So I promptly broke out the hose, the soap, the bucket, etc., and gave my truck a good old bath. So now it's nice and clean for SexMech on Saturday. Hee hee.
So why haven't I chased after him? Several reasons. I'm fat and old, he's got a girlfriend, he's younger than me, he's got a girlfriend, he's got kids, and a girlfriend. But man is he hot. He's not even the normal type I go after. He's not much taller than me, if he is at all, but he's got some eyes that make me melt, and he looks right at me when he talks. That's something I don't find much nowadays. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think he is actually listening to what I'm usually nervously rambling about when I see him. Oh man, I hope he's not actually listening to that gibberish. He's sweet as sweet, and I love his laugh. Way too cute. Best of all, he's got a huge brand new truck that could drive right over the top of mine and never touch it. Gorgeous!
C'mon Saturday morning!