My name is Ryan. I am hopeless with the ladies. I am 25 years old, and I have never been laid. As a matter of fact, the only kiss I had was from my mother and that was just on my cheek. I am a true virgin, and I can't escape that fact, especially on Valentine's Day. I want to find my soul mate this year, no matter what it takes.
I walk into the kitchen and see my roommate Joel finishing up his breakfast before work. We are both tall and built. Joel works as a carpenter, whereas I am a part of a concrete crew for the local general contractor. We use our hands a lot, so we have decent builds, not jacked, but can throw around some weight. I have dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and well-endowed at about 7 or 8 inches.
"Ryan, come on, you have to have something happening this year!" My buddy Joel, chided at me. He always was with his girlfriend Lila, so I'm pretty sure he felt bad for me. "If you don't have any ladies fawning over you, you can always check out 202 East..." He threw that in there as a joke, knowing it would get to me.
"Shut up man, 202 East, is nothing short of myth. Haunted houses don't exist, and especially not former sorority houses. I may be a chump, but I'm not an idiot." I jested back at him.
"Alright, buddy, I just don't want you to die of 'Man-Handled Dick Syndrome.' I know how you get after it each night." Joel started laughing, but that comment was so weird, why would he say that?
"Get lost," I said to him, I'm tired of having to deal with all this crap, maybe I will try 202 East tonight. It couldn't be worse than just staying at home, alone. That would be a fine backup plan, as a matter of fact, I might as well try to get laid by a living, breathing woman before I resort to something so stupid.
I grab some toast and butter for a quick snack on the go and head off to the site. I'm usually pretty pissed every morning headed to work, but lately I've not had many problems with it, because the owner of the new project has an inspector that walks the site quite frequently, and she is absolutely stunning. Her name is Sara, and she has jet black hair, cut into alluring bangs, she is tall, about 5 foot 8, and has tattoo sleeves, and jewelry in her nose and ears.
Something about the darkness about her is so sexy. She wears dark clothes tight to her body, and you can see her curves are natural and hot. Sara always walks the perimeter of the site every morning, so I have had my fair share of time to ogle her. Sometimes she wears skirts and tights, or fishnet stockings. She definitely does not wear OSHA code attire for a job site, but absolutely nobody would complain. She is a goddess.
"Hey Sara!" I yell after her.
"Uh, hey..." She responds clearly, forgetting my name.
"Haha, it's all good, my name is Ryan. We only met one time when we did the groundbreaking ceremony. I am on the concrete crew."
"Sure, what's up? I'm busy this morning doing the site walk. Do you have a question about the specs or drawings?" She says, trying to break out of the conversation early.
"Listen, I'm just gonna come out and say it. I think you're smoking hot, and I've noticed you every day..." I start saying as she cuts me off.
"Buddy don't think I haven't been catcalled a million times before, this won't work. I must finish up or I'll be behind all day, please back off." She remarks as she starts walking away.
"If you're not busy, we should check out 202 East tonight!" I yell as she starts leaving me behind. I don't know why I said that I just figured it could catch her attention. Maybe it was the way she dressed that made me think she would be into ghosts.
Sara whipped her head back to me with a smirk. "Are you sure you don't just want to take me out to some abandoned house to have your way with me while nobody can hear me scream?"
My hands start sweating thinking about how to play this without getting fired for sexual misconduct. "Sara, Sara, Sara, I don't put out on the first date. I have higher morals than that." That was the best line I could come up with and I think it worked.