the fascination with bike couriers

I was cleaning up after lunch today, and I was tickled by the conversation of the women lingering at the table. All of them started salivating about the bike messengers from the courier company we use. Each woman had her favorite:

"I like the guy with long hair."
"Oh, I like him. He could use a trim but he's hot."
"Ha! Your favorite is the cherub-faced one! He's a little too thin for me, but cute."
"What about the one who looks like he's sixteen? Did you know he's actually in his early thirties?"

They conconcted a grand scheme to lure the boys in. Call in a large rush order, then shed clothes and lay in wait in the sitting area. Or perhaps perch right where the packages are usually placed for pickup, with a conveniently placed package or two.

I was laughing hysterically. I live with a former messenger, and I had no idea this was how women reacted to them