I was sitting at my computer yesterday morning, minding my own business and looking like I do every morning: skimpy tee shirt with no bra (I am, shall we say, well-endowed and I should actually be sleeping in a bra), ratty pajama bottoms, electrified-looking hair. My Now Husband Dan had left to fondle his boat. I had a phone call to tell me the electrician was on his way. I went back to what I was doing, most likely involving checking my stats on WordPress to see if anyone out there liked me.
I’m not sure how much time went by, but I heard a knock on the door. A couple brain cells reluctantly fired, suddenly reminding me about the electrician. It was too late to get dressed. I ran to the door, holding one arm tightly across my chest (but being extremely unable to hide my breasts), reaching out to open the door with the other. There, standing on my porch, was Mr Friendly Electrician: tall, dark, handsome, approximately my son’s age.
To say I was flustered was an understatement. I started babbling:
“Oh! Sorry! I forgot to get dressed!” (This was clearly the wrong way to begin.)
“It’ll just take a minute! Come in!” He did, looking like he was entering surgery, knowing there would be no anesthesia. I ran to the bedroom, coincidently the very place where he was to be working. I threw on my bra and workout clothes and ran back to the living room. He had already fled the house and was back at his truck. I tried to get his attention, but he stood at the truck with his back to the house.
I finally realized he wouldn’t come back on his own. I yelled really loudly “I’m ready now!” Again, exactly the wrong thing to say. Of course, at that moment, one neighbor was walking his dog and another was pushing a stroller. I’m sure everyone else was looking out their windows. I wondered what demon had taken over my brain. It took the electrician forever to turn around. Relief washed over his face when he saw that I wasn’t naked. He came back into the house. Gingerly. Not only did I make sure not to go anywhere near the bedroom while he was working, I didn’t even use the bathroom.
By the time he finished, we were both much calmer. I signed the work completion form and thanked him for his work and led him to the door. He got into the truck but, before he even pulled out, he was dialing his cell phone. I’m sure I can guess who he was calling and what he was saying. Next time, I really am going to sleep in my bra.
Average Girl
October 20, 2010
Hee hee — great story! And, I loved your use of “fondling his boat.” That really set-up the mood, here. Thanks for sharing~
lifeintheboomerlane
October 20, 2010
Thanks for reading. I’ve used that term so much with Dan that he now uses it himself.
duke1959
October 20, 2010
We always like what you write. I did apartment maintenance for years and the amount of women who thought I didn’t notice was amazing. I was working under a sink one day and this women stood down looking at what I was doing with nothing but a skimpy night shirt on. Needless to say I got a full view of everything. By the way your husband needs to rethink his prorities. Lets see working on his boat verses being with a beautiful woman? That boat would just have to wait.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 20, 2010
Ah, you are sweet. And I’ve always suspected that guys must have some great stories like that. I haven’t even told Dan yet what happened. But I suspect, he’d still head for the boat. He’d just say “Can’t you put a bra on?” as he walked out the door.
writerwoman61
October 20, 2010
Loved this, Renée! Good thing I’d finished my tea…otherwise, it would have already been all over the keyboard!
Wendy
lifeintheboomerlane
October 20, 2010
Thanks, Wendy! My life just keeps providing amusement for others.
duke1959
October 20, 2010
One of the things that always surprised me about that was women would get in the shower, change clothes and never give it one thought.
TexasTrailerParkTrash
October 20, 2010
How funny! Except with me, I could go to the door like that and the guy would say, “Hey, fella, I’m here to fix the electricity.”
(And WordPress stats have to be the work of the Devil, I just know it.) 🙂
Walker
October 20, 2010
So, didn’t you, for just one moment, want to throw off the clothes for that tall, dark and handsome thing?
Love the post, can imagine the neighbor hearing you! And, just today I told my therapist I didn’t’ know who I really wanted to date/screw but I was sure it wasn’t the plumber or the UPS guy. Electrician either.. though young and handsome is quite a powerful draw!
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
I only throw my clothes off like that in my fantasy life. And then I tend to specialize in 19th century Plains Indians. I’m pretty specific about the whole thing. If people could ever read my mind, I’d be in deep doo doo.
Walker
October 21, 2010
19th Century Plains Indians? Really?
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Re the Plains Indians: True. It’s gotta be a past life thing. I’ve had visions, strange experiences, etc., mostly (but not all) invloving Plains Indians from that era. I could tell you stories…
Robbin
October 20, 2010
Hello, I enjoyed this post…I always love a good laugh out loud moment… This brings back memories of the shirtless young carpenter who fixed my front door and how I dusted the living room while he worked. And dusted…and dusted…and dusted… 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Thanks for reading. I had a hot, young contractor at the house once, years ago. He worked on the back porch and I just had to take the opportunity to be in the pool as much as possible. He probably thought I was training to swim the English Channel.
duke1959
October 20, 2010
The thing is this never happens for men.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Absolutely correct!
Patricia
October 21, 2010
Funny and so real life.
I think the electrician sounds like a nice guy.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Yes, he was a very nice guy. Very sweet.
Posky
October 21, 2010
By the end, you might as well have propositioned him so he would have an even better story to tell his friends. Let’s face it, he wasn’t about to do anything so you might have had some fun with making him as absolutely uncomfortable as possible.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Thanks for reading. He was such a sweetheart, and I wouldn’t have wanted to make him any more uncomfortable than he was already. And I’ve had a couple “interesting” experiences with handymen, so I do try not to do anything that could be interpreted as encouragement!
duke1959
October 21, 2010
It does put the repairman in a difficult situation. Besides the obvious the repairman has no idea what is happening in the house at the time.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Right. But, another person commented that now I can laught about it, but in my 20s or 30s, I would have just been mortified. So I’m thinking 20 years down the road, I would do some good-natured kidding around. That is, if the guy didn’t go screaming down the street as soon as he saw me.
lisa@notesfromafrica
October 21, 2010
This was so funny! Something I enjoy about getting older is that you can see the funny side of situations like this. In my 20’s and early 30’s I would have been mortified if something like this happened to me.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Yes, agreed! Gee, in another 20 years, there’s no telling what i would do…
thysleroux
October 21, 2010
This is very funny!
I can picture the scenario vividly!
(I might do a cartoon about this … mmmm)
lifeintheboomerlane
October 21, 2010
Thanks for reading, and I’d love to see the cartoon!
John Hayden
October 25, 2010
An excellent post. Scintillating! I might even say, titillating. The only thing that would improve the post, editorially speaking, is a picture(s).
I admit to being a bit puzzled by two of the comments. Why do people say that if this had happened to them in their 20s or 30s, they would have been “mortified?”
I live in a beach resort area, and women in their 20s and 30s often appear in public wearing far less than a T-shirt (not only on the beach, but walking down the street). It never occurred to me that these women are “mortified.” But you know men. We are so insensitive.
lifeintheboomerlane
October 25, 2010
Ha ha. Luckily for me, there’s no photographic evidence. The answer to your questions is that as we age, we get more of a perspective on life and can laugh as things (like ourselves!), rather than get all hung up over them. And the beach thing is more of an anonymous situation, unlike one-on-one. Whew. I’ll stop here.