schmoe_128
Hoping I'm her Crush
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Sam
6’1”
210 lbs
In shape, but not overly muscular
Short dark hair, green eyes
Sam decided to start over after his long romance with his high school sweetheart ended by her telling him she had found someone else. Starting over meant a new job in a new town where nobody knew him. All his friends had kept asking him how he was doing and he couldn’t take it anymore, so he made the move. Getting away from it all, starting over. He wanted to be alone in his self pity and wasn’t looking for any kind of a date, or relationship for a while.
Today was his first day as an account manager at a large marketing firm. He was sitting in the big training room, waiting patiently for the orientation seminars to begin. He was casually making notes of the things he needed to do with the small condo he’d bought.
As he wrote, he sensed someone walk up to him “Is this seat taken?” he heard her say softly and looked up. He looked into the face of a beautiful woman. He simply motioned for her to have a seat and finished writing his note before truly acknowledging her.
He laid his pen down and looked at her “Sorry, just writing some notes to myself. My name’s Sam.” He said, extending his hand to her.
6’1”
210 lbs
In shape, but not overly muscular
Short dark hair, green eyes
Sam decided to start over after his long romance with his high school sweetheart ended by her telling him she had found someone else. Starting over meant a new job in a new town where nobody knew him. All his friends had kept asking him how he was doing and he couldn’t take it anymore, so he made the move. Getting away from it all, starting over. He wanted to be alone in his self pity and wasn’t looking for any kind of a date, or relationship for a while.
Today was his first day as an account manager at a large marketing firm. He was sitting in the big training room, waiting patiently for the orientation seminars to begin. He was casually making notes of the things he needed to do with the small condo he’d bought.
As he wrote, he sensed someone walk up to him “Is this seat taken?” he heard her say softly and looked up. He looked into the face of a beautiful woman. He simply motioned for her to have a seat and finished writing his note before truly acknowledging her.
He laid his pen down and looked at her “Sorry, just writing some notes to myself. My name’s Sam.” He said, extending his hand to her.