I'm not sure if it's just a little known secret...or if it's just me...but going to Home Depot with the man in your life is a total aphrodisiac.
I first experienced the HDE (Home Depot Effect) back in 2004. I had a mad crush on this guy and when he asked me if I wanted to run to Home Depot with him after our lunch date, a strange sense of excitement flooded my system. There was something incredibly sexy about watching him pick brackets or anchors or whatever he was getting out of those little cardboard boxes.
He was going to build something. And that was hot.
I suppose this is all akin to the classic Chip 'N' Dale's construction worker stripper. All burly and tough, with nothing but a tool belt between you and his hammer. He could totally come over to your house and lift heavy stuff or saw something in half or replace that broken stair on your back patio. He is capable. And that makes him hot. Surely he has spent many an hour at Home Depot.
Now that I've been dating a do-it-yourselfer for 2.75 years, you'd think that maybe the HDE would be wearing off a little. But it's not. There's just something about that place. When Mr. Wonderful tells me he needs to go buy stain, a paintbrush and caulk, I jump at the chance to go with him (and make about 10 million jokes about the last thing on his list, because how could I not?).
I watch his handsome shoulders twist as he reaches up to palm the face of a wood plank. I grab a little curl on his head as he bends down to look through tile edging. I have to resist the urge to make out with him in the paint swatch aisle. It's all very romantic.
I think Home Depot is missing out on a really important demographic in their advertising: Women who think it's hot to see guys buying stuff at a home improvement store. Maybe I could try to pitch them on a new ad campaign...