You always hear about the hookups available with the tradesmen you find in those big box hardware stores, but like the penthouse forum letters of our youth, you never think they're true. And if they're true, they never happen to you (well me). I'm not a tradesman, but a pretty good handyman, DIY guy. What I'm not much good at is flirting - completely clueless most of the time. I always joke, you'd need to hit me in the face with your dick for me to have a clue.
But there was something in the air this day. I headed into the store and over to aisle 18 - electrical, I needed to replace some light fixtures and needed some supplies. He was there. Tall, dark hair, wearing tan overalls and a white tee, which was stained with sweat and dust. He looked up as I walked down the aisle and those sea green eyes sparkled in the store lighting. I got a little lost in them for a moment. We nodded but didn't say anything. I found the pieces I was looking for and headed next to the paint aisle, I needed some polyfil or plaster mix to patch the ceiling around the repaired lights and then I needed to look at paint, I'd have to paint the whole ceiling. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and reached for some poly and my hand encountered someone else's hand. My eyes followed the hand to the arm, up to the face and those sparkling sea green eyes.
We both laughed and I pulled my hand away first.
I headed next to the actual lighting section to pick out the new fixtures. I needed two ceiling pieces and a bathroom wall mounted fixture. I'm looking through the lights when a deep voice says, "that's a good ceiling fixture - great for bedrooms."
I look up and into those sea green eyes again.
"Are you following me?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"I just might be," he replies with laughter in those eyes.
"Seriously, though, you've used this fixture before?"
"Yeah on a few projects it's pretty reliable."
"Great. I appreciate the help."