Stay off the grass!

I read an article a few years ago about women having crushes on men they see in their everyday lives.  You know... UPS men (who doesn't love a man in brown?!), soccer coaches, cable guys, etc.  Since then, I haven't met a single woman who will admit to having one of these crushes.  Why?

Everyone will admit to the fantasy ones, even the men.  And, I promise that if Salma Hayek actually shows up at my door to claim my husband - I won't be hurt at all when he rushes out to greet her.  I'll even help him pack!  Of course, I expect him to do the same if James Harrison (my current oh-don't-you-worry-he'll-be-here-right-after-he-wins-the-Superbowl man) arrives on my doorstep.

But, I'm talking about innocent never-going-to-happen crushes.  Alright... I'll go first.  Mine is the Coke guy at the grocery store.  I've checked my UPS guy, and no thank you very much.  The soccer coaches, yuck.  The cable guys, no thanks - I like my men with their front teeth.  So, the coke guy it is.  What's his name?  I dunno.  For my purposes, he's Sexy Guy At The Store.  And, anyone who'll flirt with the tired mama in sweats with three daughters following her around isn't all there anyway.  He's either half-blind or half-stupid, but it doesn't matter.  I don't want to take him home... I just want to imagine it.  For the thirty minutes I'm at the store.  Then, I'll leave him there until the next week.

This guy is my "grass is greener" guy.  He's sexy, he's sequestered, he's employed.  He's my perfect other side of the fence.  And, I don't have to mow or weed or sod that side.  I've done the foundation work on my side.  My grass is taken care of and maintained.  Of course, if some other woman's crush is the guy pouring concrete on her street, she better stay off my grass!!