He didn’t see me at first so I watched him for a while then when he did notice me he swam towards me and pulled himself out of the water and onto th... river bank. His hair was blonde, quite short at the side but wavy and longer on the top. He had a nice face with piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of pale blue shorts and his upper body was hairless and he had very well defined muscles. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled, took my hand in his and led me away a short distance to where. A good job, a good body and a rich girlfriend. Then I had to go and fuck it all up and now I'm paying the price.I met Lisa not long after I got out of the army. The six year stint I'd done had made me pretty fit and I didn't have much trouble picking up women almost anytime I wanted them. I liked my job at a construction company (still do), it was hard work and outdoors but that's what I liked about it. Working out three times a week kept me fit as well.There was something about Lisa right from. I was a little concerned about the weather and its effects. It was unseasonably warm, and with some humidity added in, I knew our legs would start to misbehave if we found ourselves in a dogfight. I turned to Dan Ortega and Max Ehrlinger. "Be ready to hop in, guys. By the end of each half I'd be willing to bet some of us will be ready to grab a breather." No problem, Sean. I'll be ready," said Dan. Dan was always ready. I knew it, and he knew I knew it, but I felt more comfortable communicating. I had a handicap, as well. Women remembered me. They remembered me much better than men did. As much as I would like to be forgettable, or even invisible, they remembered me. A friend of mine at CSIS said it was because I looked something like Valery Putin, while another claimed I resembled a young Yul Brynner with hair. It wasn't good news. I was a bit too memorable for my liking.I'm five foot ten inches tall, and currently a very fit one hundred and seventy-five pounds. My hair is dark brown.