. . . He is the kind of guy you pass in the mall with a gorgeous girlfriend hanging on his arm, or you see him on the random softball field with a beautiful wife cheering him on from the stands. He is the kind of guy who wears Nike for athletics not aesthetics. Or, you see him in porn in those slick “amateur” videos featuring perfect males ass fucking each other on expensive looking furniture. You know the kind of guy I am talking about: he is perfectly tanned, perfectly toned, perfectly proportioned, perfectly handsome, and perfectly hetero. Jared belonged on the erotic screen of dreams. He was simply too good looking for the streets, this bar, or for me. This is why I was shocked when he came over and offered to buy me a beer . . .
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