So I was supposed to meet my husband for lunch today, and as I walked out of my office building and headed to my car, I was faced with something that looked a lot like the picture you see above. So I called my husband to come change it, because I have a monster German-engineered car and couldn’t even figure out where they HID THE SPARE TIRE in this thing by myself, let alone change it. I like to think of myself as independent, but it’s a total lie. I am completely useless at most anything that requires domesticity, or mechanical ability, or handy-ness.
So my husband comes to the rescue in like, 7 minutes. First because he’s totally awesome, but second because he works approximately 7 minutes away from me. And can I just tell you how completely hot it is to watch a hot guy change a tire? IT. IS. HOT. There’s just something so totally manly about the whole process. The crouching under the car, and the turning of tooly things that make the car lift up, and the unscrewing of bolty things - and the sounds of the effort - all of it. Total turn-on.
Gay male and female mockers, back me up on this. You know what I’m talking about, right?
Yes indeed. But then I get turned on by mine even when he’s just merely taking out the trash….
Agree. It’s not nearly as sexy when they call roadside assistance.
Ummm…ok. Totally with you on this. I have never personally looked at a Playgirl Magazine, but I can only assume it is full of pictures of men changing tires.
…and using power tools that require raw strength, like chain saws and jackhammers.
Gosh, you guys just gave me a chubby, and I don’t even have a penile projection…kudos.
I’m an attorney. I married a security guard. Yep. He changes tires IN the uniform. H-O-T!
or a carpenter wearing a tool belt. yeah baby!!