I have a crush on my garbage man.

I just went out to get my mail, and as I was walking down the driveway, the garbage collectors came rolling up to my house.

One of the collectors jumped off the truck, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh. My. God. This guy was absolutely smokin' hot. He was young with a deep tan and muscular arms extending from a red t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. When he smiled and waved at me, he had dimples. I stood there, briefly stunned, said hello, and then proceeded to get my mail.

I stood on my front porch and lustfully watched him get the neighbors' trash, too. I think I really need to get a life. Or a date. Or a cabana boy.