Thursday, February 11, 2010

Blue collar guys...

Don't know where this post came from, but it's something I've been pondering of late as I do my best to hurl myself back into the sexual marketplace.

I don't know about you all, but there's just something about a blue collar guy that turns me on. Say what you want about a well-groomed man in a Hugo Boss suit and expensive shoes--for me, there's nothing sexier than a man with a little dirt under his nails, a man with forearms defined by weilding nailguns, screwdrivers, sawzalls, wrenches, a man who knows how to assemble a carburetor or fiddle with a timing chain, rewire a house, solder a copper pipe or fit the perfect mortise and tenon.

Maybe it derives from my youthful days as designated coffee-fetcher and flashlight-holder for my heavy-duty mechanic dad as he worked on the cars? Mechanic by trade, he was handy in myriad ways. I remember him finishing our basement from bare concrete and naked ceiling beams--he did all the plumbing, wiring, carpentry and tiling himself (with a little "help" from us kids), and I'll admit I picked up a certain flair for creative profanity from him as I got older and he guarded his tongue less.

Maybe it comes from the occasional trip to pick him up at work with my mom--the teenaged me waiting in a lunchroom where every inch of wall and half the ceiling was plastered with posters of naked women, indelibly associating sex with the smells of diesel fuel and motor oil in my already half-way bent mind.

Maybe it's because a man who's good with his hands when it comes to laying tile or installing a bathtub faucet or cutting the perfect dovetail joint makes me think he'll be good with his hands when it comes to...other things? Maybe the roughness of sweat and physical work translates into visions of roughness and sweat in other contexts in my subconscious?

Whatever the reason, seeing a man with a streak of black on his forehead, a dozen little cuts and scars on his hands, grime permanently imprinted into the whorls on the pads of his fingers, and flecks of paint or silicone caulk on his t-shirt just...does it for me. Holy hell, does it ever.

A blue collar guy doesn't need the body of an Adonis to impress me (although the ubiquitous plumber butt-crack is maybe not the hottest thing ever, heh), he doesn't need a face like David Boreanaz or Clive Owen or Brad Pitt. All he needs is to be reasonably attractive and have the ability to take something that's broken and fix it, or take something that's nothing but a pile of raw materials and build it, and I'm drooling. Drooling, I tell you.

How about you guys? Any of you ever get the hots for your mechanic, or want to jump the bones of the guy who came to install kitchen cabinets?


Inez Kelley said...

LOVE blue collar guys. More than white collar to be truthful. Construction workers, mechanics, etc. OF course, I married a lumberjack!

Riley Quinn said...

I'm with you. I think blue collar men just exude this aura of manly man-ness that harks back to the caveman days. It's embedded in our genes, but even better in our jeans.

Cathy in AK said...

My husband is a brainy science guy who works in an office setting most days (casual dress, so no tie requried), but also cuts down trees, chops wood, fixes plumbing, installs cabinets, and does a whole lot of "dirty work" for me ; ) He cleans up nice, too. I've got the best of both worlds : )

kirsten saell said...

Hehe, another thing to consider: for me, the sexy factor goes up the higher the likelihood a guy could be injured on the job. Not interested in men who do extreme sports--because risking your life for kicks just comes off as stupid. But if a man's job is something where he runs the risk of breaking his thumb or ending up with stitches...yum. And I love those little scars, too.

In fact, the hottest guy is one who just shrugs, wraps a rag around his bleeding arm and gets back to work. Mmmmm....

Natasha said...

Kirsten, I'm so with you. Give me a blue collar guy any day :) Preferably in a pair of well-worn blue jeans. Mmmm.

LVLM said...

I'm with Cathy-- I don't mind a blue collar guy if he's got a really good brain. Brains float my boat more than hot body, hard working manly manlyness.

That said, I did have a long term relationship with a PhD who also did construction and loved to do hard physical work. Merreow!

But all brawn with no brains... you can have them, no matter how hot they look or how hard they fuck. :D

kirsten saell said...

But all brawn with no brains... you can have them, no matter how hot they look or how hard they fuck. :D

Oh, I completely concur there. My dad's got to have an IQ in the upper 140s--at trade school they were trying to get him to switch to engineering and eventually teach. And I guess all little girls eventually fall for men like their daddies, because that's what I want. A blue collar guy who doesn't make me cringe when he opens his mouth to venture an opinion.

Oddly, they're not that hard to find if you keep your eyes open.