My fence guy came today, he's the little brother of a public school friend/ high school friend, that I dated once and am still great friends with. I got a great quote, for a pretty large pain-in-the-ass job. I couldn't stop staring. He's 6'2, and built like a rock statue. I had my excuses....with the fence down, I had to sit on the back deck to keep my eye on the dog. And I had sunglasses on. He's only 26 though....I felt like a dirty old bird. .....when it started to rain, and the boy was out there with rain beading down his muscular arms, and dripping off of his chiseled 20-something face....... uchhhhhhhh I'm a bad person.