George didn't look like a young Paul Newman, or even like Robert Redford.George didn't look like a young Paul Newman, or even like Robert Redford. George just looked like George. Not bad looking, but not good looking either. His face was not one to turn a girl's head from across the room. But then again, it was a nice face. Nothing extraordinary, but at least it didn't stop clocks. George was no Rudolph Valentino either. His love life sucked. Not that he didn't try, he did. He tried all the time. But his success with the female gender usually approached zero. His body was fair, tending to put on an extra pound, but not to the point of being chubby, yet. George's problem was meeting the fair sex. He'd tried everything, and nothing seemed to work for him. Everyone else he knew was screwing left and right, and George's only fucking was his handy right hand. |