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me.  But this woman is gorgeous!
    So totally not what I would normally go for, and I mean far from it... but she’s absolutely beautiful regardless!
    I’m checking off her assets against my normal criteria as I stare over towards her jogging , and there’s actually hardly anything the same.
    Height... she’s half a foot too high; she’s nearly as tall as me!
    Build... I like a bit of softness, she’s a bit more athletic than I would normally go for, and slim.  She’s not skinny; but I can see that she could be if she was that way inclined.
    Breasts... I like them big; nope she’s not big , they’re barely bouncing.
    Hair... Yep, definitely has the hair right... long and thick . Actually hers is very long!  That pony goes forever!  And it’s an auburn shade of red... Mmm, nice!
    Face... This is where she scores every point known to man!  Green eyes, flawless skin with a few adorable freckles, strong profile, and full lips.  Even the scowl she’s giving me right now for staring at her is gorgeous.
    Still, she’s not really my type physically .
    She finishes her jogging warm up and heads out to the weight room to do some weights , I’ll be out there in ten minutes, so I’ll check her out again then.
    “Eyes forward, Ben!”  Paul chuckles.
    “Why’s that?” I puff; I’m running now.
    “She’ll tear you apart!  I’ve seen it before!” he says smiling.
    “Oh yeah?” I ask. Oh, a challenge!  She’s just jumped to the top of appealing for me, despite her physical deficits.  I absolutely love a challenge, because in my world of women, or ‘groupies,’ that hang around waiting for guys like me that do UFC or MMA to show them a good time; are constantly throwing themselves your way when you flex a bit of muscle.  I’m not being conceited, it’s the truth!  Most of the guys I know like that worshiping attention from those chicks. I don’t mind it if I’m after a fuck, but otherwise, I’m not into it at all!
    “Yeah... she’s got balls; despite the pretty face!” he warns.
    “What’s her name?  Do you know if she’s single?” I ask.
    “Jade.” He moans . “I’m not sure if she’s single, but from all appearances she is!  And don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
     
    Jade.
    I’m doing tricep extensions when he walks over and introduces himself.
    “Hi, I’m Ben... I’m really sorry that I barged into you before... can I make it up to you in any way... take you for a coffee after you finish?” He asks, offering a big dimply smile across his handsome face.  Jade from six years ago is drooling and playing all coy; this Jade is looking at him like he just told me he has herpes.
    “Ben, is it?” I ask pulling one of the buds out from my ear so I can hear properly; he nods.
    I look at him for a short while, he stands there watching me assess him; he’s... is he flexing?  Oh my God , he’s flexing so I can see his, albeit impressive, muscles! I grunt my disapproval.
    “I don’t drink coffee with Neanderthals... I’m sorry if I appear to be rude, but I am... rude!” I explain and give him my best discourteous expression.
    “Okay... but you don’t know what you’re turning down!” he laughs , relaxing his stance, and leaning towards me in a suggestive fashion.
    I struggle not to go ape-shit crazy , because things have been pretty good lately.  But I’ve been given this spiel before; I know what guys are generally thinking, I can see what this Ben is thinking. I live with a guy; Silas is a guy, who at times has verbal diarrhoea and likes to tell me what some arsehole eye-fucking me is probably thinking; it does my head in.
    “Oh... believe me... I really do!” I start, taking a deep breath and making my eyes as big and expressive as I can manage; “Probably some amazing sweaty fuck in the dressing room, with me bent over the hand basin; followed by a request to suck your cock in the shower, so I can lick you clean of my taste and you can cum all over my tits... yep!