Remodel the bathroom

It was the tenth day of our bathroom being renovated.

The bathroom contractor, Josh, was a pleasant guy; hard-working and skilled at his craft, he kept mostly to himself. I had no concerns about being left alone in the house with him while my husband was at work .. and it didn't tempt me at all to have another man in the house. Although Josh's handsome smile was very welcoming, he wasn't much to look at; close to age 40, his hairline was beginning to recede, and his thin build was nothing remarkable.

Three days earlier, having made plans to meet some of my girlfriends for an afternoon coffee date, I had dressed up a little bit and put on makeup for the first time in a couple weeks. I tend to dress modestly, but the sleeveless top I chose to wear that day was cut a bit lower than usual, and when I went to tell Josh that I was heading out for a bit, he did a bad job of hiding his glance at my cleavage. He caught himself quickly, though, and wished me a nice time as his eyes diverted to make contact with mine.

Surprisingly, my heart seemed to flutter at the thought of unexpectedly capturing his attention in that way. As I drove to meet my friends, I chuckled at my own foolishness. Maria, what on earth is wrong with you!? Who cares if he looked at you or not! My rational mind quickly overruled my emotions, but at the same time, a deeply buried part of me was ... well ... intrigued? And, if **** to admit it, I was maybe a little bit ... giddy? Giddy by the idea that -- at my age -- I could still draw a stranger's attention? Oh stop it, Maria, you're being ridiculous. I argued with myself until I arrived at the coffeeshop and forgot all about it.

I forgot all about it ... until the next day. I had the house to myself for about 30 minutes before Josh's arrival. Rather than put on my typical comfortable and yet uninspiring clothes, I rummaged through the closet and found myself looking for something ... umm, sexier? The very thought was shocking to me. Why am I looking for something sexier to wear? What am I trying to do here?!? I'm happily married, we've been totally faithful to each other, I shouldn't even be thinking about flirting, or whatever it is I'm doing ...