Baristas and Bookstore Clerks

Tangential to the sex discussion-- what is it about baristas and bookstore clerks that makes them so damn attractive? Take a woman I wouldn't normally particularly notice, put her behind an espresso machine, and odds are I am in lust. Even grocery store checkers can have this effect on me. And it's not a Freudian thing about service and servants or anything like that...

I'm not focused on appearance anyway. When I lay awake at night, sleepless, my loneliness comes from internal needs. I don't dream of the pinups and the hot girls (well, not any more than any other normal male) but someone who understands poetry, who likes to look at and talk about paintings, who isn't afraid of a big, challenging book. Which, of course, I am sure describes each and every barista and bookstore clerk :)