Dreamweaver28
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- Aug 8, 2013
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These were what summer nights were all about. The day had been oppressively hot, humid, and few were even seen outside as it was just a foolish decision to go out in that weather. But, after the sun had disappeared from the sky the temperature had dropped to such a degree that it felt like pure perfection. The town was quiet at the hour as it was a weekday, and it was a small town, no matter the day with late nights everything went silent besides for the main street and the local bars. The only sounds that broke the quiet of the night were the tiny creatures that also inhabited the place and other noises muffled by vast distances covered.
This setting was how Jordan liked it. He had gone away to college five years ago, but during the summers he always returned to find his close friends also home to enjoy the summer together. He was currently pursuing his masters so he still lived quite the college life, which to him never would get old. As usual, after he had returned from a short trip to the beach he returned to the family home where his parents and sister had vacated for their own trip south to see old friends. With the house to himself he had a place to invite his friends, party late, and wake up whenever he felt like it in a home of his own. Relax, workout, party. That was about the daily order of his life for this summer, and at 24, still in college, everything was right about that.
Jordan was smart, and fairly attractive, he had dated many really beautiful women in high school, though in college they weren't quite as easy to get. The competition was fierce, but he often let his charm, smile, and good nature carry him, which usually opened doors. He had a bright, warm smile and the light blue eyes always helped him out in getting a girl to return a smile. He always had a good tan, which got quite dark in the summer from the sun. He had light, dark brown hair. Drinking and eating junk had finally started to actually affect his body type, but with working out as diligently as he did, Jordan was able to turn the fat into some good muscle. He never liked the muscle bound d-bags at the gym and that's why he made sure to keep his muscles lean, not bulky.
On this night, like many before, Jordan had left the bar at close and split with his friends to make his own way home. He knew he was drunk, maybe toasted, but he still had his wits about him. His phone interrupted the quiet night with some good music and he enjoyed the moment. When he arrived home he didn't want to end the night just yet so he got a brew, a cigar, and went out on the front porch. As he sat his six foot two, one seventy five pound frame in the rocking chair, he exhaled as if he had just run a mile, and leaned back in the chair to throw his legs up on the railing. Jordan knew he was at the point of being really drunk, but as he sipped the new beer he cared not.
It felt great out here, it was comfortable, quiet, but he turned to his phone and an app to see if there were any women around. Swipe right, swipe left.
This setting was how Jordan liked it. He had gone away to college five years ago, but during the summers he always returned to find his close friends also home to enjoy the summer together. He was currently pursuing his masters so he still lived quite the college life, which to him never would get old. As usual, after he had returned from a short trip to the beach he returned to the family home where his parents and sister had vacated for their own trip south to see old friends. With the house to himself he had a place to invite his friends, party late, and wake up whenever he felt like it in a home of his own. Relax, workout, party. That was about the daily order of his life for this summer, and at 24, still in college, everything was right about that.
Jordan was smart, and fairly attractive, he had dated many really beautiful women in high school, though in college they weren't quite as easy to get. The competition was fierce, but he often let his charm, smile, and good nature carry him, which usually opened doors. He had a bright, warm smile and the light blue eyes always helped him out in getting a girl to return a smile. He always had a good tan, which got quite dark in the summer from the sun. He had light, dark brown hair. Drinking and eating junk had finally started to actually affect his body type, but with working out as diligently as he did, Jordan was able to turn the fat into some good muscle. He never liked the muscle bound d-bags at the gym and that's why he made sure to keep his muscles lean, not bulky.
On this night, like many before, Jordan had left the bar at close and split with his friends to make his own way home. He knew he was drunk, maybe toasted, but he still had his wits about him. His phone interrupted the quiet night with some good music and he enjoyed the moment. When he arrived home he didn't want to end the night just yet so he got a brew, a cigar, and went out on the front porch. As he sat his six foot two, one seventy five pound frame in the rocking chair, he exhaled as if he had just run a mile, and leaned back in the chair to throw his legs up on the railing. Jordan knew he was at the point of being really drunk, but as he sipped the new beer he cared not.
It felt great out here, it was comfortable, quiet, but he turned to his phone and an app to see if there were any women around. Swipe right, swipe left.