Hunk construction men: the real reason I love going to work in the mornings. Whilst everyone else puts the alarm clock on repeat snooze and rolls over, I have a tingle in my toes and a sleepy smile on my face. Dreary Monday mornings are no match for my good moods, and by the time I leave for work I am positively skipping out the door.
But it isn't the daily grind at the office that gives me the get up and go. No, it's the walk to work that really puts a grin on my face for the rest of the day. Why? My daily route takes me past a building site, and every morning like clockwork, there will be a group of hunk construction men waiting to greet me on my way to work.
Hunk construction men. You know the guys I'm talking about. Not those lager swilling red-faced fifty-somethings who seem to think that the rest of the world desires to see pie-filled bellies in all their flabby glory. No, I'm talking about the other, rarer breed of manual labourers. The hunky construction men that hang around on platforms on the outside of handily glass-fronted office buildings; stopping giggling secretaries in their tracks with one irresistible smile before sipping from a can of ice cold diet cola. This is the kind of hunky construction men that every red blooded woman fantasizes about. Well equipped plumbers don't feature heavily in adult films for nothing you know.
Most women cringe at the approach of a building site, already bracing themselves for the hoard of rowdy blokes that will inevitably pass comment as they walk by - head aloof, eyes straight ahead. Not me, I love it. What's better than a group of hunk construction men showing their appreciation of your assets first thing? How many women wake up to a shower of compliments from their husbands every morning?
A lot of women find being stared at or rudely addressed by men as very derogatory, and it's true that unwanted attention can be threatening. Then again, most hunky construction men that I have known merely want to pay a beautiful woman a compliment. Contrary to the stereotype, all my construction men have been down to earth and at my age, being catcalled by hunky construction men is a huge ego boost. Yes, I have plenty of self-esteem - I know I look good for my age - but I still love the attention I get from young hunky construction men.
What's more, hunk construction men have a sense of humour. When I get a comment or a blonde joke, I give them as good as I get. They love to be bantered with, and are always going to be looking for a sparring partner rather than a horrified looking woman running in the wrong direction. When I'm in the company of hunky young construction men, I feel ten years younger; their cheeky smiles and naughty one liners are just what I need to make me feel like a giggling school girl again.
When I was younger, I used to dream of marrying a lawyer or doctor - someone with pots of money anyway - a dot com millionaire perhaps. Later on I realised that a life spent pushing paper or staring at a computer screen really didn't make for glowing skin or a healthy physique. Neither is such a lifestyle conducive to being handy around the house - with my long-term lawyer partner, putting up shelves and changing fuses was almost always left to me. I've given up bickering with boyfriends about the tonal difference between 'off white' and 'magnolia'. I want a hunky construction man who wields his Black and Decker with poise and pride.
I want a real man! I want to be made to feel like a woman; to be swept off my feet by a rugged Heathcliff. Dating hunk construction men is so much more fun than attending corporate dos with stuffy middle managers. Tight jeans and a bare chest shows off a great builder's body better than a suit ever could. Forget metro sexuality, I want masculinity, and that is exactly why I am a convert to the religion of hunk construction men.