So, this is what it feels like to be a dude.
Specifically, a dude who’s just been caught checking out a girl, by said girl. (I’d like to insert a link to this video I saw last week of this beautiful young woman who attached a tiny camera to her back jeans pocket and caught a million dudes, and a few girls, checking her out. It’s hilarious. But I don’t think YouTubing “hot girl butt cam” is a path I want to go down right now.)
Anyway, I have to say, getting caught slackjawed and dreamily staring out my window by a tanned, calloused stud is uncomfortable. But also mildly exhilarating in a non-creepy way. But maybe that’s because he smiled back at me and gave me a tilt o’ the yellow hard hat. I mean, I’m having a good hair day. So, yup. I’ve still got it. *snap snap*
They are forever doing construction work where I live, because pot holes are prevalent every season of the year. And I drive very slowly around the convoys. Not because we are charged large fines for endangering or killing a construction worker (those road signs are terrifying and I always say a little prayer for the road crews), but because it’s the right thing to do, people. Use your brake pedal! Creep on by! These men and women are fixing our roads so you don’t get flat tires. Also, they are often sexy, so slow your roll so you can check out the scenery.
Anyway. I don’t feel bad about it. The whole being caught staring thing. Maybe it made his day. His hip-hugging-Levis’d, hard-hat-wearing, white-thermal-shirt-adorned, Timberland-booted day.
And yes, I have a boyfriend. And yes, he reads this blog (hi, babe!). But, hey. There’s no harm in looking.
So, slow down.