Pickup Truck

We drove out to B last Monday, so I could drop my corpsmember/friend off for a leadership training session.  On the ride, I told her about the three of the facilitators she'd meet.  I had met the facilitators, oh, only a few times because they would come to our conferences to teach us how to instill leadership, teamwork and confidence in our corpsmembers.

"The leader," I said, "is very enthusiastic and always in a good mood.  Then there's one who is kind of chubby but really funny and sarcastic, and the third is very good looking, soft spoken and probably the shyest.  All in all though, they're not that bad."

Now I have these fantasies about men, all the time, because that's what I, as a single woman, do.  One particular guy is a combination of a construction, outdoorsy kind of guy.  The "Mr. Fix It."  He can fix and do anything with his bare hands, and of course, looks good while doing it.  He's not the bend down and see ass crack kind of tradesman, but the Diet Coke commercial drinking a soda can in front of an office building and while white collar women workers look on and drool kind of tradesman.  Call me sexist, but who cares?  It's a fantasy, right?

So, we pull up in the parking lot in B University where the facility is located.  One of my bosses is in the parking lot, presumably waiting for all the corpsmembers to arrive from throughout the state for the four day leadership training.  We get out of the vehicle and chat a bit, and he starts going over some things with my corpsmember.   I couldn't leave because G's bags were still in the truck, so I waited by my work vehicle, leaning against the Dodge 1500 Ram truck watching the scenery.

Another pickup truck comes vrooming into the parking lot, and as the driver parked and got out of the truck, time decided it would stand still.  The good looking facilitator stepped out, wearing a pair of jeans and a form fitting grey t-shirt and a glimmer of sweat over his face and arms.  The t-shirt tugged tightly to his svelte tall body, and wrapped in the crook of his elbow was a plaid long sleeve button down.  He stepped out and pull the button down across and over his back and started to button it while walking to the cab of his pick up.  After finishing he reached into the cab and pulled out a gallon Lipton Green Tea jug that was clearly filled with water and started chugging from it.

All the while I leaned against my truck watching the perfect entrance scene as if it was played out on a movie screen or in one of my fantasies.

"Gosh, he's good looking."  I whispered to myself.  We exchanged hellos before I left, and G got her bags and I said goodbye and good luck.

Throughout the next few days, my corpsmember would text me little things about him (how he teaches motorcycle training, how he used the chainsaw on the service project, how he pulled up on his bike the last day), and I started to eagerly look forward to picking her up on Thursday just so I might see him again.

I arrived a little early, and they were all doing their closing remarks, so I decided to use the restroom.  Of course, while I was in there, everyone was dismissed.  I couldn't finish fast enough.  I was hoping G was still in the building, but as I stepped out of the restroom, and looked up, there he came, right out of the room.  He looked flustered and said hello but walked on.  I noticed G was outside already, so I left, and now I can't stop thinking about this guy that I barely know all because of a pickup truck, a glimmer of sweat and visions of him wielding a chainsaw and cutting wood while riding on a motorcycle.

Would it be irrational for me to e-mail this barely non-existant business acquaintance about meeting up?  Maybe I can say something business like at first and put something social in it?  But what?  There's also a possibility of me observing the next training... should I wait for that and see if my irrationality can be severed then or maybe it'll grow but then it won't be as awkward if I e-mail him?

Or maybe I should just re-play the scene of the pickup truck in my head as the best fantasy played out in real life....

Thoughts?!