Uh...

It embarrasses me to even write this.

But I'm gonna.

For the past couple of weeks, I've occasionally seen this guy at Starbucks. (I know! I know! But this is serious this time!) He is really really hot. He could do porn. He looks kinda slutty. Bleached blond hair, contrasting color goatee. And when I've seen him there, he's wearing Carharrts.

So today, I got a chair in front of the fire. And what luck! Sitting in the twin of the chair by the fire is Apparently Homeless Guy. (Nice to look at, but verrry heterosexual.) And then, Drool Nap happened. I went out like a light.

Some time later, I awoke. And there was this sexy blond guy sitting in the chair where Apparently Homeless Guy had been sitting, leafing through a gardening magazine.



Eye hockey ensued.

Yessss!

He was wearing Carharrt bib overalls, a plaid flannel shirt, and a white thermal shirt underneath. And big ol' boots. My attention was drawn to his hand on the arm of the chair. It was rough. He worked with that hand. And he had dirt under his fingernails.

Oh. My. God. A sexy guy who works with his hands.

I guessed landscaper, and then inspiration hit. For a change.

"Are you a landscaper?" I asked.

And that broke the ice.

In fact, he's an organic farmer. He sells his stuff at a farmer's market in Doylestown and sells to various restaurants. But he does do some landscaping. He was just hired to do the patio of a restaurant.

That's exciting, I said. Unless it's a shade garden. Every time I've had the opportunity to put in a garden, it's been a shade garden. So lots of Hosta.

It turns out the patio has about nine square feet of part sun, and the rest is shade.

I asked if he went to Delaware Valley College. He did. I told him that my father had gone there, majoring in Poultry Management. He was an equine studies major, focusing on husbandry and care of foals (i.e., making horses get pregnant and then raising the baby horses).

We exchanged names. We shook hands. I had to get going. Roast pork tenderloin for dinner at the Ol' Homestead, and that takes time, and my father gets impatient.

Man oh man.

Okay. Let's review.

• He's local.
  
• The attraction is mutual.
  
• He's sexy. A total hardon for me.
  
• He's not one of those New Hope retail twinks.
  
• He must be a smart guy to run his own business.
  
• He works with his hands.
  
• He likes horses.
  

I mean, definitely datable, right?

Way datable.

And maybe more.

So let's call him Farmer Guy.

And we'll see how it goes.

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