The New Carhartt Guy

It’s official — The Christmas Tree Man is the New Carhartt Guy:

Once a year, something magical happens in New York. The metrosexuals, the unemployed artists and the unattainable are brushed aside. For five short weeks, the real men are in town. The Christmas Tree Men. They hail from Montreal, upstate New York and even Brooklyn. They are rugged and good-looking, and if you hurry, you might still find one packing up the remains of the holiday.

Some women like them because they are reliable. “He is there when I leave for work and when I get home at night,” Sara Booth, a filmmaker, said of the blue-eyed Canadian she often saw on her way to the A train from her Washington Heights apartment. “I don’t always know where my boyfriend is, but I always know where he is.”

Lindsey Schaeffer, a teacher who lives in the East Village, found them a pleasant break from the pressures of the usual dating scene. “They see me in sweat pants going to the gym,” she said, “and they still smile at me.”

They are almost too good to be true. “Not only is he nice, burly eye candy, but I know he has a job,” said Lisa Green, a graphic designer. For a holiday fling, you can’t ask for more.

Approaching a Christmas Tree Man is easy. Bring an offering – coffee or a slice of pizza will do. Remember, they are cold, hungry and would probably love to take a shower in your apartment. (After all, these are guys often known for sleeping in their cars.)

Of course, Jen notes that this story is old news: “Who among us hasn’t swapped spit with a Christmas Tree Guy?” Who among us, indeed!

See also: Carhartt Guy, as per Sunday Styles.

The Real Men are in Town: