Just me. (lara7) wrote,
Just me.

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cute boy alert

Finally! of all the people who have ever passed by and chatted with me when I'm outdoors working on the artcar, finally I get an attractive person of the XY persuasion! He introduced himself, shook my hand, we chatted for 5 or 10 minutes.

Why I'm now in love (I mean this in the Sparky Del Rio sense, not real love. But you knew that):

He has a fresh tattoo on his hand that has geek significance. The devil-may-care aspect of getting a tattoo on your hand (sooo anti-establishment, assures you can never work an office job) is deliciously "bad boy". And the fact that it's a geeky symbol...swoon. No, I'm not telling you what it is. Chances are someone reading this knows him and can already identify him with the information given, and I don't want my fantasy spoiled with reality.

When he shook my hand, he apologized if his hand had lotion/cream on it from said tattoo {what a gentleman- concerned about getting my hand dirty, even though I already had dried silicone adhesive on my hands!}. We started talking about tattoo healing (those ones on the tops of my feet took awhile to heal, probably similar to hand tats), and he mentions that healing's been slow because he WORKS WITH POWER TOOLS and has to wear protective gloves while working. -Swoon!- . I like men with power tools, especially if they have ones I don't and they'll let me borrow the ones I need. If I ever meet a cute boy with his own oxy-acetylene torch, I'll just collapse in ecstasy right there. If he also has a lost wax method metal casting rig to use with a O/A torch, I will have his babies.

He said nice things about my car (well, lots of people have, but not all of them are cute). Seemed to know something about the cold-weather properties of silicone.

I wonder if I will ever see him again. If I find out he reads books and likes my kind of music, I'll be done for. Of course, I looked like hell when he rode up on his bicycle (like I'm gonna shower or fix my hair before going outside to play with glue and paint), but you never know. He lives in the 'hood, apparently. I should have been more forward and asked for his number or something, but I was feeling bashful. He knows where I live, so I guess it's up to him now.

In other news; the neighbors are having a party tomorrow, and I'm invited. With any luck, BWTH (Boy with Tattooed Hand) is friends with B the girl neighbor because he's in one of her molecular bio classes (yes, this is really what my hott blonde neighbor studies at OSU), which he studies when he's not welding in a Union shop. Very unlikely, but dammit, it's -my- fantasy backstory.

Now back to the mundane; time to vaccuum. Henry's a sweetie, but he sheds like a Tibetan yak in Arizona.

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