the cable guy

After waiting during my three hour window for the cable guy to show up yesterday and waiting during my four hour window on Friday for the phone guy to show up, today no window, no guy. It got me to thinking. I wonder who and what is going to greet me on the other side of my door after my window has been completed. Because let's face it. It's a four or three hour window, but I'm waiting the full three or four hours.
I have the fantasy. The fantasy of it being some hot guy and the
wa-chicky-wa-wa music playing in my head when I peer through the peep hole in my door. Either being pleasantly surprised, yesterday. And not so much so on Friday.
So, I wonder how many of said fantasies have come true for the person both answering the door and for the guy standing on the other side of it.
The guy yesterday, the cable guy he was cute. Beyond helpful in fixing my cable.
Flirting.
Smiles.
I brought him tools. Because I have tools. I know what tools are.
It was going well.
No ring.
He could have taken it off, or not wear one for his job.
Maybe.
Then when he was out on my deck his cell phone rang.
It was his wife.
Story of my life.
Maybe I need to change my values and morals.
I'd get laid a lot more.
Course, my sleeping at night would go all to hell because of the guilt.
Damn, morals and values.
Damn you!