The cold, gray days have been few and far between. Even though it is January, winter has barely taken a foothold here in the northeast; yet I can barely wait for spring to arrive. I don't hate winter. As a matter of fact, I love to ski and ice skate with friends. It's just a little frustrating for me, because I think most men look better without being cloaked in layers of wool, flannel, cashmere, and down parkas suitable for climbing K2. I don't expect men to freeze to death just so I can gaze upon them lustfully... but I do have an eye candy type. Don't get me wrong I love the way a man looks in: a tuxedo, a well cut suit, or khaki pants with a blue oxford shirt and loafers. The kind of men that my mother used to set me up with. Men that graduated cum laude, and drive luxury cars paid for by their trust fund. A special favorite look is jeans and a flannel shirt with some fur showing...big sigh. God forbid he have dark hair and blue or green eyes, I'm likely to turn into a giggling school girl. But the eye candy I have found myself yearning for can only be seen in the spring and summer months. To me there is nothing better than to be out driving that first warm sunny day and come across . . . a road crew. Just the thought of a bunch of buff men, wearing work boots, low slung cut-off jeans, and a hard hat is enough to make me moist. I have truly lusted in my heart for the way those red striped tube socks slouch into dusty work boots and support well-toned calves. The denim fringe, framing granite muscled thighs, is the stuff of my dreams. I have actually been known to be late for meetings and miss doctor appointments so that I can circle back and gaze at these wonderful examples of masculinity. LPSG has made me feel comfortable enough to say, I LOVE THE MEN OF THE PROLETARIAT! Ladies, what type man is your eye candy?