One of the best summer romances I ever had was with a construction worker. Every work day I passed by his site. He was always shirtless and in tight jeans, with long blonde hair under his hard hat. I drove a little Morris Minor woody-wagon in those days so I probably stood out. He would wave, I would wave. By the end of the season, I got brave enough to honk and wave. I named him Thor. I hoped he called me hot-blond-chick-in-interesting-car. :blowkiss:
Then one bright fall morning he was gone. Ah, but memory of it all lingers still. :loveyou: