I have this waking hours fantasy. As I work in the yard, a deliciously handsome young man walks down the street. He pauses in front of my house and I watch him surreptitiously through the flowers: White shorts, low white Cons, shirtless, with sun-bleached hair, a golden tan and washboard abs. He crosses the lawn. I look up at him-his skin glistening with a faint sweat. His eyes are green, flecked with gold and he has a small cleft in his chin as he smiles down at me. He pushes a wisp of hair out of my face and asks "what can I do to make you happy?" I reply: "Weed my garden."