Forget the fact you were wearing a smoking hot blue tanktop and
jeans/capris/whatever women call those things, what made my head turn
around faster than a bullwhip snapping was hearing you say words
like "quarter-inch polyethylene icemaker hose" and "compression fittings."
Talk home improvement to me a little more! In my book, that makes you
sexier than a new set of snow tires. Maybe we'll bump into each other again
and we can put up some blinds and be handy together? Just. Say. Maybe.