The Perfect Man — or so I thought.

My Electrical Challenges

My Electrical Challenges —  or My Heart

I was in the midst of a nasty divorce and remodeling a nasty house.  (See Piss, Puke, and Porn).   I was learning how to do so many construction type things by myself.   I went almost daily to the Home Improvement Store.

Sometimes I bought what I needed.

Sometimes I’d just stare at items and plan my next project.

Sometimes . . . I would just stare.

I had decided I would learn about electrical work (dangerous, I know).  My thinking was that carpentry is all good but it requires a fair amount of strength – man strength  that  I just don’t have, and I’d often need help for those projects anyway, same with plumbing.  I was looking to learn how to do things I can do my own damn self.  So electrical work– nothing big– more like just being able to trouble shoot and maybe one day being able to replace a receptacle or put in a light fixture — could be a skill I could use by myself.  It doesn’t take a whole lot of strength, and it  seemed like something about which I could at least try to develop a working knowledge.    So I bought a book and was standing in the electrical aisle — you know, just looking.

(As an aside, if you like the work boots kinda guy, it’s fun to  look at the home improvement store customers early in the morning during the week if you can get there.  Weekends, not so much, unless you want to ogle  married guys with their wives and kids in tow.)

Anyway,  a nice gentleman working there asked if he could help me.   He was okay cute, well-spoken, friendly — impressed when I told him about my projects but not condescending.   The conversation turned personal and I found out he was divorced with grown kids (he must have married young), and he owned his home.  I told him I was getting divorced too, hence  my move to the fixer home (my Hoarders dump).

Ahmed Hassan, Former Host of DIY and HGTV’s “Yard Crashers” I miss him, what were they thinking in replacing him?

I started to think:   Well, this is The Perfect Man.  Based on his store discount alone I could justify falling for him.   Plus — bonus, he actually had skills, electrical skills, construction skills –  and a nice smile.  This man could teach me things.   (I was still mid-divorce nastiness, not dating but trying to be open to it.)  I started to fantasize about power tools and having someone to hold the other end of the tape measure.  Ahhh    “Maybe I should go out with this guy,”  I thought.  “What can it hurt?”   So when he finally got around to asking if he could give me his number (very gentlemanly I thought), I just said,  “Sure.”  At the time, this was a huge step for me.   Though my husband and I had been separated for a while, I did not feel very single yet and was not ready to be “out there.”    (Sadly, some of that has not changed.)  Anyway,  he got some paper, scribbled his name and number and handed it to me.

His name?  —- SAME FREAKIN’ NAME AS MY ESTRANGED HUSBAND!!!!

What the . . .  ?

I kept his number for a while, but I couldn’t bring myself to call.   I knew I’d never be able to say his name.  Never.  Ever.

My Home Improvement Store Guy Fantasy was over.

Just Me With . . .  the digits of a guy with the same name as my husband.

5 responses

  1. I understand! I refused to even talk with a guy with the same name as my ex. Go back to that store and explain to the guy why you did not call and ask him if people ever call him anything else. I am serious. Or, call him and explain. Personally, I would go back and tell him in person. Your look and voice will convince him to find another name.

  2. you had me at meeting men in workboots… i’m off tomorrow – might make an early trip to home depot.

  3. I’m not Buddhist, but that’s karma and somebody is trying to tell you something.

    I think you made the right decision.

    Home Depot will always be there…:-)

  4. My mother always told me that girls don’t call boys. Boys call girls. It’s their job to pursue. Not ours. But, in this case, I guess it’s a good thing he gave you his number and not the other way around. ha.

    1. I think that the boys’ giving their number is a way to put the ball in the lady’s court without pressure. I don’t give out my number. I may call a number given to me if the guy has been respectful and nice. Not usually, though.

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