Manolo says, this week, our darling Spirit Fingers invites us to identify the cinematic wet kisses.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, slaving away for the Man, nonetheless completely grateful that you still have a job. But, such is the nature of the scrap metal business (now properly referred to as non-ferrous metal recycling) , which flourishes when all the rest of the economy is going down the drain.
Yes, your office is sometimes filled with pieces of salvaged copper tubing and oddly shaped chunks of chrome, but otherwise the work is pleasant, the pay is good, and your boss is gruff but fundamentally kind.
And then there is Aidan, the broad-shouldered young man with the curly hair and white teeth, who works part-time out back in the scrapyard.
Jimmy, your boss, refers to him affectionately as “some oobatz graduate student,” which means he’s working afternoons to pay for his MFA in creative writing. And because of this, afternoons are now your favorite time of the day, because you can look out the window behind Jeanine’s desk and see Aidan using the crowbar to manfully pound on various pieces of metal.
And, ayyyy! Last Thursday, when it was so unseasonably hot, he took off his shirt, and suddenly you felt so warm that you took off both of your sweaters (worn because Jimmy likes to keep the office at 65 degrees year round. “Hey, what can I say, I sweat like a mofo!”)
You were staring so much, that Jeanine turned around and looked out the window.”Now that’s a side of beef,” was all she had to say.
And later when Aidan came into the office (now with his shirt on) you flirted with him shamelessly, mentioning that had just been reading Fiona Maazel’s Last Last Chance, even though that was only partially true (or rather true to the extent that you had recently read the old New York Times review of the book.)
And so you spent your weekend at the Barnes and Noble, drinking low-fat lattes and reading new fiction.
And now it is again Monday afternoon, and Aiden is out the window (shirt on), swinging the sledgehammer, and you know, instantly, that what you need are boots, beautiful, expensive, sexy boots.
Mira! Here is the Pointure by Stuart Weitzman, the super hot pointy-toed tall boots that are undeniably irresistible.