I am a guy who was born to love girls. I fall in love with them all the time. I love em all, big and tall and short and small. Each one uniquely beautiful like snowflakes. Even after two years of chemo that destroyed my libido, I still love them all.

I am a friendly guy, I like to smile and crack jokes. I am a people person. Half of the success of my little bidness of being a Jack of All Trades is because of my personality. I am trustworthy and those who get to know me find that out pretty quick. I have to work in other people’s personal space, and I never abuse the trust they give me, by letting me be there. And probably 2/3 of my clients are girls. Many of which were initially nervous about what kind of guy I would turn out to be, and whether I would do a good job. After the first time, they never worry again. I do a preponderance of repeat bidness. And I always do a good job. Why would anyone ever do less than their best?

I run into some great beauties in doing my bidness. Today, in fact, I had the great pleasure of interacting with two and a half of them. I feel like such a lucky boy. I love my job.

This morning I finished a job for a girl with startlingly sky blue eyes. I spent yesterday doing odds and ends in her house, helping her change her space into something that she liked better. I am pretty good at that. And she was my favorite type of girl. Independent, brave, and confident. In charge of her life. Those types of girls are to die for. I had to constantly remind myself not to stand there with my mouth hanging open. Girls get nervous when you do that. But she was terrific to work for and I am thankful that she chose to let me be of service to her.

On the way home, I stopped at my favorite barbecue joint and rewarded myself for being a good hard working boy by buying a smoked turkey taco. Yum yum. I eat their delicious wares regularly. The girl behind the cash register is one of my favorite beautiful girls. I have observed her often while standing in line waiting for my turn. She has a smile like a beam of sunshine that just springs forth naturally. She smiles and laughs a lot. She looks like a madonna. And in my interactions with her as I pay for my food, I have found her to be friendly and kind, and a really nice person. That always adds to a girl’s beauty. I always go away feeling much lighter of heart.

I said two and a half girls. The half was due to the fact that she wasn’t even there. On the way home, I stopped by her house and shut off her water and changed out a broken hose faucet on the side of her garage. I have worked for her a number of times. She too, has a great smile, and is independent and confident. Even though she was not home, I smiled as I worked because she is just a nice person who seems well in charge of her life.

Beauty is not just skin deep. It is made up of many aspects.

I visited another beautiful girl a couple days ago. She is in her 80’s and one of my very favorite long-time clients. Over the years that I have worked for her, I have come to admire her for her ability to just take what life has given her, and march forward with so much positivity. She always has something to teach me, and I feel like I am a better person for having her in my life. And she is a beautiful soul. My favorite part of working for her is talking to her. She has a lot to say, and I so enjoy that personal part of the job.

Back when I was a coxswain for the rowing club, I fell in love with a girl who often rowed in the long boat with 8 rowers. She sometimes rowed the stroke position, and sat face to face, two feet in front of me, as I steered the boat and worked to get all 8 rowers to move in sync with each other. Spending 45 minutes coxing a rowing crew is a pretty heady job. You get to boss 8 people around for 45 minutes. They all face backwards and as I am the only one looking forward to where we are going, they trust me to not crash the boat into anything. This girl was as beautiful as spring flowers, and it was impossible for me to look at her, rowing two feet away, and not fall in love. What a lucky boy am I.

For 20 years, I mentored girls in Mexico, paying for their school costs and uniforms and shoes and knee sox, and tried to make each interaction with them be about empowerment. I tried to teach them to take charge of their lives and not be a possession of a guy. That was all too common in Mexico, that a girl was considered to be something that a guy owned. I always related to them as an equal, and taught them to be independent, and how to make better decisions, and to own their lives. I tried to embody the things I was teaching them. I believed in their ability to do that. And though they never knew it, I fell in love with every one.

Falling in love is its own reward. It doesn’t have to go anywhere. It can just put a smile on my face, and be enough by itself.

I don’t often express what I am feeling because it is not about that. My appreciation stems from feeling lucky to be in her presence. I try to treat all people with respect and kindness, and with beautiful girls, it is just easier. And to be honest, beautiful girls get a better price on what I do. I am a sucker for a beautiful girl.

And before you try to be politically correct, and get on me about using the word “girls” instead of “women”, get over your bad self. I think of people and myself as girls and guys. As long as I treat girls with respect and caring, and allow myself to feel love for them, the rest is just semantics. I have been a feminist and an egalitarian since I was young, and I don’t see any reason to change that.

Life is like a delicious cake, to be enjoyed in the moment. 

Beautiful girls are the ice cream on the cake of life. 

I am truly a lucky boy.