So I’m writing this a little too late to probably win the contest, but the topic has been something on my mind for a long time, so fuck it YOLO. I’ve been wanting to put this story into words for the longest time.
A bit of background about myself. I’m the quintessential definition of a late bloomer. I went to two huge party schools at Michigan State and the University of Arizona. But being a computer engineer, my salary was something that would attract women, but not in a way that would ever be healthy. I never got laid at either school. I was the guy that girls would literally be disgusted by if I asked them out. Turns out being 5’8”, 125 lbs, west Indian, and not that attractive is a bad combination, who knew. I only had one girlfriend from ages 23-24, who was such a gold digger, that she said my house I bought at 22 would never be good enough for her. When she became emotionally abusive and we split, I went through a five year dry spell that made me feel awful. I knew that I was just not what girls wanted. However, the winter after my 28th birthday, I decided I’d at least try to change the being skinny part, and spent all of my time either eating 5,000 calories a day or in the gym, and had put on 12 lbs. of muscle which grabbed the attention of both my friends and girls alike.