I met him when I was a freshman in college. I was 18, and had generally had very bad luck with guys. The combination of being a bit of a nerd in high school and coming from a religious Chinese family made me completely insecure when it came to the opposite sex. The men I liked were never really interested in me.
Anyway, moving on, let’s call him Z. I still remember the moment I met him, clear as day. I was introducing myself to my orientation week group, and then I saw him walk up to us. His dark brown hair caught the light, and his similarly dark eyes crinkled into a smile. He was tall, and I could see how toned his arms were under his tight gray shirt.
He was, and is, the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on.
I was starstruck as he began speaking. He had a deep, velvety voice and a sexy accent. He liked working out. He kept talking. I learned that he….really liked working out.