Jan 22 2009
Now That’s a Sexy Man
What do you think of, when you think of a truly sexy man?
Rock hard abs?
Chiseled thighs?
Arms that could scoop you up in one fell swoop?
If so, my guess is that you aren’t a mother to small children. Sure, muscles and definition are great, but a complete waste if they aren’t being used for important things, like lugging loads of laundry up the stairs or carrying children around piggy-back.
Last night was one of those, “Damn, you are the sexiest man alive” moments between Turk and me. He came home from work, we sat down and had a nice dinner, all the while I was still in my pajamas. My slovenly attire didn’t really occur to me until he asked, “Did you guys go anywhere today?” I looked down at my worn sweatpants stained with paint from a project last summer and my sweatshirt caked with Bean’s snot. “Nope, we didn’t go anywhere.”
After dinner, I asked Turk if he would mind if I took a shower and he told me he didn’t.
Sexy points for Turk: 1
In preparing for the shower, I decided that I hadn’t soaked in a bath in quite a while and that sure sounded nice. Fully aware that the kids would absolutely flip their lids seeing a bubble bath being drawn that they weren’t going to take part in, I decided to take the risk. I cleaned out all the toys, wiped it down with a Clorox cleaner wipe, grabbed our shower radio, and filled up the tub. Sure enough, the kids absolutely freaked out.
Before I locked the bathroom door and turned up the music, I smiled at Turk. He was gathering up the kids for a rousing game of “run from Daddy who is making insanely loud monkey noises.”
Sexy points for Turk: 2
My bath wasn’t exactly the most relaxing, what with all the commotion in the background of the kids squealing with joy and Turk’s monkey call of “Oooh-oooh-aaaaaaaaah!” in the hallway. But, the kids were happy and I was in a nice, warm, kid-free bathtub (well kid-free, aside from the one I’m toting around for the next eight months).
Later that night, he did the dishes.
Sexy points for Turk: 198,002
Seriously, could this man get any sexier?
Now tell me, which man would you rather have: Hairless model man that looks (and probably acts) more like a chick than a guy, or cute, blue-eyed Turk who is such a man, he’s not afraid to be a good Dad and husband?
I rest my case.


