Oh, yes. Men doing anything physical well is swoonworthy.
Ladies - before y’all are too overcome with lust, please note this part of the story (bolding mine):
Yes, if this man fears his house is burning, he will leave you inside while he runs away.
Sean - who can also power-install fixtures, but won’t leave you to be tinder.
Rather than going for the time-intensive drill and driver to install blinds, I’d have gone with old sheet and hammer tacker- bam, bam, bam, bam and then return to the aforementioned damsel.
I’d also have a word with Mr. Neighborly-if I don’t answer the door, I’m getting booty or I’m dead. Should mail pile up, assume the latter. Never interrupt booty. 
I just don’t think the old sheet and tacks trick would have effected quite the same response from said damsel, especially if in the process you broke out in a sweat.
And yeah, swoonage.
C’mon now, I’m not that kind of guy! I’m a gentleman. I would immediately run back to the aforementioned damsel and say, “Babe, put your clothes on right now, and get the hell outta my house!” Given the situation, if that doesn’t signal extreme duress to the lady, then maybe I ought not be dating her.
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Trust me, if she’s going to be kindling, it’s by my own wood.
Nah. When she says, “Do you smell somethin’ burnin’?”, your reply should be, “yeah, it’s us!”
snort That’s the best euphemism I’ve heard all day; I think I will rip it off.
“I don’t know, silly boy! I’ve never kindled!”
Os got laid! :eek:
Offer him tit for dat. Er, tat.
Well, for my next miracle, I’m debating whether I should walk on water, or just do a couple of card tricks a la Father Guido Sarducci.
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And the water will be liquid. We all know I can skate. . .
My husband coaches baseball. In full uniform. MMM-mm, those are some tight pants.
Oh, yeah. The OP. Got distracted there for a bit…Insistent pounding, front and back doors. For no good reason. I think I’d be a lot less polite than you were.
Prefer my version. 
Is that with or without a goalie mask?
I like the LOOK of sweat and sawdust–I just don’t like the abrasions the sawdust gives me and frankly, man-sweat smells bad.
I think (if this had been me, waiting in bed to be burned to a crisp), I would have been more turned on by the determination and decisiveness-I like a man in motivated motion…
As for the neighbors-what jerks! Don’t you feel like every single one of them is living vicariously through you? Can you move? (only half joking). When they show up with lame excuses, like need a cup of sugar or that limb on the oak tree looks iffy–and this only occurs when said GF is over-you’ll know them for the Peeping Toms they are.
That whole thing just creeps me out–how dare they peek in your window? WTH? What is wrong with people?
Very good. I love this.
Add me to the pile of adoring females.
Unfortunately, no, I can’t move. But rest assured, I’m not going to let them live their intrusion down. As for them trying to live vicariously through me, I don’t think that’s the case. I figure that since they’re retired military, and I’m active, they figured it’d be okay to keep banging on the door. . . but I think I’ve kinda made it clear to “Bud” that yeah, I was a little . . . predisposed. :mad:
Yep, I’ve spoken with them since and while we’ve joked about it, I kept that “pissed off” tone with 'em. We’ll see how it works out. I think they get the picture though. . .
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Still torqued, but I took a shower since then–no more sawdust.
You mean indisposed…(I hope)
hope it works out. How is your lady friend with all of this?
Before the DopeNic next weekend, be sure to let your GF know that the Dopers aren’t like your neighbors! Not that we’d quietly watch or anything…you know what I’m saying!!
Yeah, you know what just popped into my head? “If it turned out that my neighbors were Dopers, that’d be über-creepy.”
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Strangely, I thought I saw Rod Serling on the side of the road this morning. . .