I have all my own teeth. I am in better health than when I was in my prime. I am five feet ten inches.From the time I was about twelve years old, I go... fat and wore glasses, thereby guaranteeing I would never have a girlfriend. Because of this I found approaching girls to be very traumatic, especially after the first couple of negative responses in the form of hysterical laughter.I learned to just be myself and I was some what popular, for being the fat kid. In high school there was that one. Keyes’ his fingers flashed across the keyboard. He had been working nonstop it seemed for the last month and a half. Only stopping for the bathroom or until he fell unconscious sleeping; all to get some proposal or something together for work. Thank heaven it was almost over now. “Bear with me just a little bit longer baby, ok? I’m practically done, when I get finished, I'm off to take a shower.” He hadn't had one in over 48 hours. “Then I'm all yours.” She smiled like a little kid rolling over. The sound of a shovel ker-chunking into the show followed by a quick swish of that snow being propelled into the air meant that Wade was clearing the driveway outside. John put his new winter stuff on and headed downstairs. He wanted to meet this kid.It had been a long time since he had actually talked to anybody who was on his side of the closer-to-birth-than-death age barrier. John was actually a little nervous to be trudging out in the six-inch deep snow, knowing there was no real excuse he. He didn’t have anything particular in mind, just asking, but I decided to shut that idea down real fucking quick! “You get no tattoos that don’t say U.S. Army, and no extra holes in your body that the Good Lord didn’t issue as original equipment! YOU GOT THAT STRAIGHT?” I thundered at him. He just laughed at me and scooted out of the room.“You think that was clear enough?” I asked his mother.“Probably not,” she said with a smile.“I think I’ll show him a rerun of Heartbreak Ridge, where Clint.