It all started when we decided to move into an apartment above a row of gourmet restaurants in a no-parking zone. With 5 star dining comes a Valet service.. an all male valet service. We have spent much too much time gazing out our front windows as the hotties in their uniforms run up and down the streets parking cars.
Almost everyday as we leave and return to the apartment there is at least one outside, leaning against a light post all brooding-like. They rarely speak to us but don't hesitate to stare. They stand there, shooting the shit, smoking cigs and otherwise, just looking mighty fine.
Today we even got the privilege of watching one strip down 5 layers of sweatshirts and shirts, stopping just before exposing his rock hard abs to customers. Free show. We aint complaining.
Tall, short, dirty, clean, scruffy, black, white - it doesn't matter. As long as they can drive a car, run fast, and look smokin' in a pair of black pants and running shoes.
AG
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