Still More Photographic Shallowness

[bjarvis]

We're having a lazy day at cuyahogarvr's apartment in Lakewood, OH, a suburb of Cleveland. It would figure that there's loud & dusty construction going on immediately in front of his building as new fire hydrants are being installed on our side of the street.

Upon closer inspection, this is a better deal than I suspected. Is there some rule that all municipal construction workers must be really hot? Whatever methodology is employed in the hiring process, I heartily approve.

So, from cuyahogarvr's 3rd floor apartment sun room, I offer you the following telephoto lense-enabled photographic hotness,

	Construction hottie #1 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #2 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #3 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #4 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #5 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #6 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #7 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05
	Construction hottie #8 Cleveland, OH, 2007-10-05

The tragedy is that by far the hottest guy was in the early part of the day, doing the initial drilling of the asphalt so that the team following could dig the trenches and install the new water mains. By the time I was ready to take photos of him too, he had long since vanished along with my dreams of love. Until he returns, I'll take #8 with a side order of #4 and #5. :-)

Comments

[manley1.livejournal.com]

Oh construction guys, why do you break our hearts so?!?

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

Because they can. *sigh* *drools*

[low-fat-muffin.livejournal.com]

nothing compares to the hawtness IN the apartment though - you three are staggeringly cute together. ;)

[bootedintexas.livejournal.com]

ditto

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

*blush*

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

I'll take #7 with an equal measure of #8 and a dash of #4, please ...

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

[sigh]

and I always liked the construction guy in the village people best too.

[ajdesq.livejournal.com]

Number 8 for me please. I bet he finished, pulled on his leathers, and roared off on a big motorbike... *swoon!* ;-)