So there was a fire at our apartment building yesterday. In the unit next to ours! I was out with the babies at the time & they were sleeping when I drove past on the highway, just killing time, and saw the trucks. Several trucks. Big trucks with lights and the whole shebang!
I didn’t think anyone was even living in that apartment, I’ve never seen anyone or heard anything, but there was some furniture in there. Evidently the fire didn’t get too big before they put it out, just stunk up the place a bit, still smells like a campfire out in the hallway this a.m.
No, the important part of this story is the firemen. Hubby was out of town so I was free to ogle behind my sunglasses. Stood around waiting with the neighbors, the twins in the double stroller in front of me, watching big, sweaty, strong firemen putting away their gear. Mmmmm!
Then one of them escorted me back to our apartment, just to make sure we were OK. Oh, hon! 6’3’’, and cute as all get out, just a touch of grime. By some miracle I’d actually managed to get a shower yesterday & wasn’t dressed like a bag lady for once. I think he flirted with me. Our place was just a bit smoky - I told him we’d smoked it up worse last Thanksgiving when we burned the turkey!
So why is it that if the husband were at home, and the wife was away, and said husband went on and on about some hottie he met and flirted with, everyone would, at best, say “while the cat’s away…”, or somesuch, or at worst call him a sneaking cad?
At an office where I used to work, firemen would occasionally come in to do inspections, and it was amazing how all the women oohed and ahhed. Again, if the situation were reversed, the men would be reprimanded, or worse, for “creating a sexually hostile work environment”.
As a public service, should any of you cute Doper ladies find yourselves in PA, send me an email, and we can arrange some fireman hot, sweaty, grimy, goodness. :o
Payback for the whole single man is a “bachelor”, but a single woman is an old “maid” thing.
Also man who sleeps around is a “stud”, woman who sleeps around is a “slut”.
We had to evacuate my work building once, then 2 fire engines arrived. I was planning on swooning and needing help from the firemen, when I got a look at them. They were all over the place, short, tall, skinny, fat - not at all what I had in mind. Northern Sydney fire victims beware!
Actually I can think of several threads where a male poster talked about some situation where he was checking out a good-looking woman and there was no resulting disapproval.
Resident Fireman checking in. Just so you know, if you’re lookin’ at us, you can bet we’re lookin’ back. That stern, intense, often piercing gaze we’ve affixed to our sweaty mugs is a long practiced tradition that makes us look as if we’re deep in concentration about the job, when we’re really checkin out the goodies.
You ladies can (probably) rest assured that you’ve likely been the topic of the engine or truck crews’ conversation on the way back to the shop.
Soon after 9-11, several representatives from the local fire station were scheduled to come by my work building to have a discussion about…heck, I can’t remember, fire safety?
Anyhow, a huge crowd of women showed up. It’s particularly funny because I work for a software company which has to be at least 80% male.
IMPOSSIBLE! All firemen are tall, hansome and flirty, (in that innocent, “aww, shucks, Ma’m” sorta way) I married one.
Of course, I’m not counting the girl ones. They’re the ones with the all b’idness scowls, putting everything away, while the boys work on community relations.
At our recent mid-winter corporate function, the caterers’ equipment set off the smoke detectors in the venue, a museum in Sydney. We all left the building and about five minutes later two NSWFB engines turned up. When the “scare” was over, all of the women stayed outside on the footpath (in the chilly night air) ogling the firemen. Meanwhile, we men had far more important priorities. We raced back inside and scoffed down all of the food!
