The Billionaire’s Savior

What he needed was some kind of five-step plan, step one being stop fu*king hiding, and step five being get a life. His eyes were a case in fact. He knew he needed new glasses; he was using glasses he ordered through vision express direct. He had no idea until they arrived of whether or not they were the right ones. His close up work was suffering, and his shoulder ached from hunching over the screen, trying to focus on detailed code and design. He only noticed the ache when he used his home gym in the spare room, the only real exercise he ever had. But damn, fruitless searches through Google for home visiting opticians in the downtown Manhattan area later, Chris decided his eyes weren’t really that bad, and his shoulders were fine after painkillers and exercise.

He needed to keep fit; he didn’t want to be another statistic, black obese man dying in middle age of heart disease or diabetes. He asked Cleo to have one of the rooms in the apartment redesigned as a home gym. Many deliveries later he had a working home gym, which spread across his spare bedroom, and every day he would push his exercise until exhaustion made him stop. Whenever he stepped off of the treadmill he would stop in front of the large mirror, considering himself critically. Every day he wondered if the half person that stood looking back at him, would ever again be the man who managed to grab the most gorgeous girl on campus as his partner. And every day he pulled his shirt, always damp with sweat over his head, and turned back to the mirror, turning from side to side. He looked after himself, showered every day, brushed his teeth twice a day, washed his clothes, ordered new clothes from trendy online shops, he wasn’t going to let himself go, because one day he would want to leave his isolation.

Every day he did this, looking at the shape of himself, at the face that looked back at him, it didn’t even make him sad anymore, when dark brown eyes looked back at him. Accusing eyes. Today he stood, no different to any other day, running strong hands down the planes of his chest. He wasn’t hard muscled by any stretch of the imagination, but his stomach was as flat as it had been when he was nineteen, and when he pushed down his sweats and looked at his half hard di*k, he saw firm strong thighs. He didn’t see a recluse, or an old guy finished with this world, he saw a man that should be out there living.

Sighing, he continued to follow his morning routine, closing his hand around the length of him, twisting and pulling. Exercise, porn, come. Simple, and it worked every time. His porn collection was extensive, his head full of fantasies, and in about ten minutes he was finished and in the shower ready to face another day at his computer.

It was a day like any other. No difference to his routine, muesli, milk, coffee, newspaper, PC.

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wedding last weekend – m4w

i saw you at a wedding last weekend. i made a joke
about “blowing” and you kind of perked up. i would
definitely like to help you out, no strings if you are
up for it. i realize this was a long shot, but let me know
where the wedding was.

If pressed, Chris would completely and vehemently deny even knowing that Craigslist existed. A lie of course, but Chris was an excellent liar and not even the threat of death would cause him to admit anything otherwise. In fact, the site was an endless source of fascination for him – something about the honest desperation of total strangers, especially seen in the personals section, kept him coming back time and again. Even more embarrassing was the entire room in his mind palace dedicated to the site where he kept the memories of his favorite posts.

It was Craigslist that cemented his decision that love and sentiment were useless and often dangerous emotions; he had seen the end results of sentiment gone awry in close and personal detail. His own personal tragedy seemed to have exacerbated his interest in train wrecks waiting to happen. But it was rare to catch a glimpse of how those results may have begun – could they have started in the bold and cocky phrases of “No Strings Attached’, or the small and hesitant words of ‘Missed Connections’? How many posts from across the world had he read that had ended in crimes similar to the one that happened to him? Chris had tried to think like the thousands of people who posted on the website every day, tried to understand exactly what the appeal was, but he had never been able to figure it out. This lack of knowledge frustrated him, and in a characteristic fit of pique, Chris Odom vowed never to let himself become one of these people again.

And that kind of logic was all well and good when Chris was completely oblivious to the unimportant information flowing around him. That was until suddenly, by stroke of sheer boredom, he wasn’t.

His routine in the course of a post-work crash was practically textbook at this point: food, a long hot bath and, depending on how long it took him to finish a project, several hours of sleep. It had taken him more than a week to finish up the last one, and as a result Chris slept an entire day before being able to indulge in his guilty pleasure. Making sure there was nothing of interest in his e-mail and blog, he finally let himself open Craigslist. He had no real set pattern in what he looked at first, though he always began locally, clicking through every new post in the personals section before branching off into different cities.

The very first listing he saw, posted in ‘Missed Connections’ mere hours before caused Chris to pause:Bored at Wedding Last Weekend – m4w

The last wedding Chris had attended had been…he couldn’t even remember when. Years ago. His family had even stopped inviting him to events and gatherings. If it was really important he be there, he skyped in. that was mostly for family meetings and such because skyping into a party and watching people drinking and interacting was just awkward. His family had even suggested he go to therapy but he wasn’t quite there yet. Therapy was for crazies, and he wasn’t that.

Chris shook his head to clear his thoughts when he realized he had become distracted. He stared at the title for a second longer before clicking on it. Dozens of weddings took place every day – Chris had seen post after post based off the lingering gazes at weddings. They always seemed to make people slightly more desperate, hungry for affection. This post was no different.

Looking for wife – m4wSingle, employed looking for wife, marriage and kids, have a loving family.
I am searching for nice, caring female, White, Asian or Asian/Latin mixed (my preference), no tattoos, healthy, no drugs any kind, nonsmoking, kids are ok, slim or thin, attractive, good personality ,compassionate and kind .
Must be US citizen only .
I am interested to find my mate and looking for old-fashioned dating ,getting to know each other first, romantic dates and spending time together.
Please be somewhere around Tri-state area or in close distance to NYC .