Let me start by apologizing for my grammar. I am dyslexic and on my phone. It’s a disaster waiting to happen but I really want to tell this story as i have kept it mostly in for the past year and half.
Background: I was 27 and miserable in an overworked:underpaid job working for a start up supplier to the oil refineries along Houston’s ports. 6am-6pm+ days of scheduling trucking, handling techs and turning wrench’s. We were super busy leading up to the hurricane because our product was about to be in heavy demand.
This job had taken most of my time but also got me in pretty good shape since one of my techs and I did “prison” body weight workouts all day. This shape afforded me more success in dating than i had seen before. I am 6’ brown hair baby faced, 190, and would be ripped if I didn’t like beer.