"Hello! how are you? i saw you in line! i felt bad leaving, do you want an autograph?" Ashley asked. She was in a black tank top with her physique showing. Her tanned musculature was enough to make him want to sweat. Her beauty was making him tremble. James was shocked and appalled that he couldn't speak. Ashley was in my presence talking to him out of the blue.
He finally found his voice at last and said "yyes" with nervousness.
Ashley smiled and asked him "what's your name?"
"James" He said.
"Well, James, here you go!" Ashley gave him a photographed picture of herself with her signature.
"By the way, I think i saw you in the row up ahead when i finished my match and you.. couldn't get out of your chair?" she asked.
Realizing that this is a conversation, James said with embarrassment in his plump face. "umm..yeah those chairs are really small." James said.
"I take it you're not a gym nut, are you?" she squinted at him as if studying him.
"What do you mean?" James frowned.
"well, i'm guessing this...." she patted my belly. "should be evident for you."
James finally realized that he was fat. "umm...to be honest, i never knew i was that fat." he said.
"Listen don't be embarrassed." she said reassuringly and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She shrugged. "Some women always go for the man with the Adonis complex and incredible physique. God, I'm always around them I get so frustrated at times. What some people don't realize is that real men shouldn't be all buff and muscular. Women are the ones who should work at being fit and beautiful. I always thought that. I also always thought that men should just you know....let go. Be free."
James frowned at her logic. "That's a good distinction." he said with difficulty.
"You know something? I think you could be the 'first'." she nodded with realization and rubbed her chin as if thinking about something.
"First what?"
"Well it's too long for me to explain because I have to leave but if you want a serious life change..." Ashley then took out the pin and wrote on James' autographed photo. Her number was written.
'Holy crap! She's giving me her phone number!' he thought nervously.
"Give me a call." she gave a nod and left.
James looked at the number. "So should I call her? I mean, what she wants to offer me sounds serious. I wonder what it could be?" he thought.
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