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I work at this shipping retailer. We pretty much just sell moving supplies and use UPS to ship boxes that people want to send to other states.
I've had a crush on this guy since moving here. Not just a crush, but a fixation. I would take the long way home to catch a peak at him through his shop window. I'm no secret agent spy type person so I can't catch a peak all secret like, so every time I did he noticed. But I didn't care.
I'd never heard his voice before but I made guesses as to what it sounded like. He was white; an Italian who seemed to like the more Urban hip hop look. He wasn't much taller than me and weighed only around 10 or 15 pounds more; so I thought his voice would sound similar, not high pitched but not terribly deep either. Since we lived in a predominately Italian neighborhood, he'd have an Italian accent. I was wrong in one aspect but right in another.
The first time that he talked to me I was pretty much the personification of a nervous wreck. I was moving bubble wrap and packing peanuts at the time.
"What it do?" Were the first words he said to me. His voice wasn't terribly deep, but he didn't have an Italian accent either. I didn't see him because my back was turned to the entrance but I knew it was him. I don't know how I knew but I just knew. I'm usually a clumsy person but when I'm around someone I like my clumsiness hits new lows. My palms started sweating and I lost my grip on the bubble wrap and boxes. When they hit the ground I didn't freak out or anything, I just acted like it was no bit deal and I had meant to drop it there. I turned around to face him.
This was the first time that I was seeing him up close. You know how some people are like fine paintings; beautiful from far away but really ugly up close? He wasn't one of those people. He was sexy, but not the common sexy, he wasn't at all close to the type that I usually go for. My type is normally black, or asain, or anything other than white. Why? I have no idea but I think I am starting to figure it out. Still that's beside the point, this guy was white. He had pale skin and very dark shoulder length hair. His dark eyes were slightly squinted but visible and focused on me. He wasn't as thin up close, in fact he had more muscle tone than I had thought he would.He was holding a box and was wearing baggy sweats and a zip up hoody. Even though his clothes were baggy I could tell he filled them up nicely. He had broad shoulders, nice pecks, and even the bulge that he had in front that was barely hidden under his sweats was decent.
Then he smiled at me. "Was that too heavy?" I only looked at him for about a second before looking away, but I'm good at catching details.
Of course after realizing that he caught that slip up sweat started to pour down my face(I couldn't use the "it's really hot" excuse because it was around 40 degrees that morning). "You need help?" He put his box down but before he could take a step I told him that it was fine. "You want to ship that somewhere?" I pointed at the box and walked over to him, still to nervous to look up again. When I knelt down to get the box I stopped for a second. I had just realized that my shoe was untied, and with my bad luck chances were that if I left it untied I would trip and then really embarrass myself. Rather than take a few seconds to tie them I just quickly tucked them into my shoe.
"It's pre-paid. I just wanted to drop this off. Is that all right?" I was going to look up at him but like my shoe laces something else slipped my attention; I'd gotten really close to him, one part of him in particular. I tried to look up at his face but became fixed on that one area. "Yeah that's fine" I said. I knew what I was doing but I couldn't stop; I was literally talking to this guy's crotch, but not just talking to it, studying it. sweatdrop
I caught a lot of details in the second that I looked at him the first time, but up close I saw a whole lot more. Every line, curve, and indent was visible. At this distance it was like he wasn't wearing anything at all, I actually remember thinking "There is no way this guy is wearing underwear." I could make out everything from beginning to tip, and I could even see hints of {let's call that part the coin purse}.
"You think you can throw some more tape on it?" He asked. Then he scratched himself.
At that moment I knew that I didn't stand a chance. He was definitely straight. My thought on it is that only straight guys are rude enough to scratch themselves in public and only straight guys are dumb enough to think that scratching yourself in public is all right. Though I did enjoy watching everything mildly shift around as he did so.
I managed to break the fixed gaze I had and grab the box. I still couldn't manage to look at his face but I took the box "Yeah no problem."
I'm supposed to charge for that but I let it go. "Thanks man do I owe you anything?"

"No you're all set." And he walked out crying

I'm pretty sure that you were all expecting a great sex story but this is all I have sad I can't find a guy because all the guys I want are straight . Not that that would stop me from pursuing if I were back where I use to live, but here there's no use because there are beautiful women around every corner, they out number the guys like 7 to 1 and even though I like the guy, with those odds it would take like years to even get him comfortable with the idea where anywhere else it would take months. The guys that want me are...not my type at all. I wouldn't even give most guys the time of day. But I refuse to settle with something I don't want. stressed

Before anything, we are physically attracted to the body before we are to the mind, so I'm not surprised that you became transfixed on his crotch and then later on noticed that he wasn't even cute at all. But don't worry, it just comes to show how our minds work.