Between the frozen coffee I had after work, and what happened an hour ago, my heart is racing. On Friday, I met the man of my dreams. Hes everything ive ever wanted... gorgeous, buff, tall, tan, did I say gorgeous? He works for the company that owns my apartment, and is the head of the construction crew thats remodeling the building. Hes not like an actual construction worker, hes just in charge of them. Anyway, I first saw him on Friday... my sister and my mom were here too, and we all agreed that he was gorgeous. Then today, I went into the office to ask the lady if someone could plug in my stove, because when they installed it, no one did. He was standing right there, and staring at me, but I dont think it was in a "I want you to have my babies" kinda way. Anyway, she said she was going to send this other maintenance guy up. But 5 or so minutes later, the HOT GUY came up to my apartment to do it! I think I heard the lady in the office call him Brian, so we will call him that for now. Anyway, Brian, as it turns out, went to CMU and was also in the 6 year program because he transferred around. We talked for several minutes while I was watching his SEXY muscles as he was pulling out my stove, and then pushing it back in. He commented that my apartment smelled nice, and seemed impressed when I said I was a Criminal Justice major. He just sorta stuck around to talk to me after he was finished with his task, and I just want[ed] him sooo bad. In the meantime, he picked up a bobby pin, and as he was leaving he was like, "oops, is this yours? I better get out of your hair before I steal anything else." Besides my heart, you mean??? What I wanted to say was "please dont leave!" What I totally should have said was, "So now that my oven is working, would you like to come over for dinner?" What I did say was, "Yea, do you want a ponytail holder, while youre here?" (He did laugh though!) He told me that he actually lives in Algonac, but that they are putting him up in a hotel till this project is finished (which im estimating will be a few months!) He also mentioned that he has nothing to do while hes here, so theres a great opportunity for me! Anyway, the story doesnt end here. After he left I was giddy and in love, and also still in my work clothes. I went in my room (which is a straight shot through the front door) to change, and as im pulling on a pair of shorts, guess who just walks right back into my apartment??? Yep, Brian. OHHH god!!! He quickly shut the door, and didnt come back. All I have to say is THANK GOD I KEPT my undies on, because ive been known to go commando. Anyway, I saw him out my window as he was leaving, and icing on our wedding cake is that he drives a FORD F-150! He is, without a doubt, my dream guy. I want him... BAD. This guy is as DROP DEAD GORGEOUS as they come, he looks like he just walked off the page of an Abercrombie catalog, and im not exaggerating in the slightest. And better yet, after talking to him for a few minutes I discovered that hes not nearly as cocky as someone who looks that good is entitled to be.
Ooh I want you,
I don't know if I need you, but
Ooh I'd die to find out