Crossing Personal Boundaries

(How I imagine it would have ended up...)

The other day, I was standing in line in a very busy Tim Horton’s, behind a number of construction workers.

As soon as I saw the bright orange vests with the yellow markers, I immediately looked to see if the men were good looking. See, construction workers are my kind of man. Not afraid to get dirty, good with their hands, hard-working (and that’s just in their job – can you imagine how that transcends into…um…other parts of life??).

Anyway, the guy right in front of me was fairly attractive but, strangely, that wasn’t the part that got me hooked. It was his sweater.

Instead of the usual coarse vest, he had on what I can only assume was a very warm fleece, CLEAN (very important with construction workers, as that doesn’t usually happen), orange and yellow jacket. And as I stood alarmingly close behind him, my mind wandered to how nice it would be to hug this attractive man in the warm, cuddly looking sweater. I imagined him leaving me in the early morning to do his manly job – in order to make money to buy me presents – but not before folding me into a warm, orange and yellow embrace. And, in my mind, it was heavenly.

It was at this point where he turned around and saw me staring at him, and he did a double take before turning slowly away from me. But that’s ok. I’m pretty used to that.

As I headed back into my daydream, I kept staring at his sweater, thinking of how soft it looked. And then something came over me. I reached out slowly, desperate to feel the soft orange material of my future husband’s sweater beneath my fingers.

“Oh God!” Thankfully, the sensible part of my brain overpowered the crazy part (which is quite a feat), and I very quickly retracted my hand (with a delightful little flail) before I landed dangerously close to being issued a restraining order.

Also, he practically ran to the counter when it was his turn. I thought that was a little rude.

Love,

Bella