Let me start out with an important fact about me: I am very lucky when it comes to casual sex, and very unlucky when it comes to love. The unlucky in love is likely because I am overly focused on it, or overly particular. Or…well my friends have theories. But the sex thing – I have no idea. I am not some Adonis or anything. Not that I’m bad looking, but I’m not special either. Being 6 ft tall and Height-weight proportionate are probably my best features. My face is average, I have dark hair and brown eyes. At the time of this story I was 26. I am not rich, nor am I particularly charismatic or anything. I think i’ts just luck.
And while it’s fun, honestly I wished it were the other way around. This story starts about 4 months after I had broken up with my girlfriend of a little over a year. After a great honeymoon period, things just kind of fell apart. It was pretty amicable as break ups go, but it was still heartbreaking and I wasn’t in a great place after.