Collar blind? Not so much
September 6, 2010 at 8:58 pm (Uncategorized) (boys i don't date, dorkiness, I've said it before and I'm saying it again - boys are dumb, self involved much?, weird things I do, where the hell am i going with this?)
So the person that I was 3 years ago – or even last year – is not exactly the same as the person I am now. Yes, we share a lot of the same things – but my taste in men has changed. Don’t worry, I still want that boy that is slightly preppy and is inked and so on and so forth. The guy that has enough of an edge to keep me interested, but not too much so that I think he’s a jerk. That guy. At this point, I’m fairly certain he does not exist. If he did, I would totally have already found him by now. I can dream of him. Trust me – I do.
But lately, I’ve been into more blue collar men. I’ve been digging guys that can do things with their hands. I like the idea of a guy that works hard all day and really takes pride in what he does. White collar men may be better dressed, but there’s something about some guy that is a little dirty and gritty that’s been calling to me.
Maybe it’s because of my family. All my uncles are blue collar guys – they are electricians and mechanics and work for the water company. My brother is going to school to become a firefighter. My dad is a landscaper. I’ve grown up around men that worked hard all day and then came home to enjoy a cold beverage and their family (or something like that. I think my dad would be just as happy to be working all day as opposed to coming home to my mom. But that’s just a thought).
Now that I’ve decided that I can re-introduce boys into my life, I’ve been looking for some hard working men. I don’t think my love of the Pioneer Woman, Miranda Lambert or Taylor Swift has helped me out any. The Pioneer Woman is married to a cattle farmer. I look at her and think that ANY man that looks as good as her husband does in a pair of jeans is really the sort of guy that I want. I don’t want her life, but I do very much like her husband. Taylor Swift sings about boys that drive trucks and dance with her to Tim McGraw. Who doesn’t want that?
My current overwhelming love of everything country music isn’t helping me out any. These ladies of country sing about working men and their general hotness. Who am I to disagree? Bring on the farm hands, I say. But only the good looking ones. Or the ones that are sort of smart. Not the dumb as brick ones.
Where does that leave me? Well, in the same place I’m already in. But now that I’m venturing out into the dating world again, I know I’m looking for a sort of self-sufficient guy. I need a guy that can take care of himself and help clean up my messes. I need a go-to guy. I need a guy that can help me do things that I am totally incapable of doing (like changing the headlights in my car. I have seen how to do it. I don’t know if I can apply it ever). I want a guy that just is sort of, for lack of a better word, simple. There’s this one guy that I’m interested in that has a history of being a blue collar guy. He’s an accountant now, but he knows how to use machines and be very manly. That’s an incredibly hot thing. He doesn’t know I think this. If I told him – well, who knows what would happen.
(Sexy times? Plz?)
Don’t get me wrong – guys in suits – guys in nice suits? Wicked hot. Don Draper? YES PLEASE. But that’s not the life that I think I want to live. Except if it involved Don Draper. That would be an okay life. We could talk advertising all day. And I would just look at him and tell him I wanted to have the sexy times with him. I can see this going so well. I was not cut out to be a 1960s housewife. He will learn that soon enough.
The quest continues. I’m looking for a guy that suits me. And if that guy happens to be someone that can make shit with his hands? That’s just way hot. And if not? That’s okay too. As long as he loves me and recognizes that I’m just about the most awesome thing that has every existed, I’m sure we’ll get along fine.
