He was a huge sports fanatic when he didn't have a job. Now he barely has time for himself and trying to get back into what he loved. He enjoyed a good book and appreciated comedy he did love to make the people around him laugh and smile but everyone took life too serious.
Anything he did seemed to bother others he did love to train mma but everyone thought he was trying to pick a fight with him. He never claimed to be a badass but did like to fight for the competitiveness of the sport. He did train with people but they would not show up or hold up their end, he would become frustrated eventually he learned to be alone.
He was determined it was an addiction, anything he did he wanted to be the best at it. He had so many crowds and friends. He was never the leader but the mouth piece the voice of reason. He spoke up some loved him for his honesty while others hated him for it. He was straight up that's what good friends do. Most went behind his back bashed him pretending to be loyal to his face. He found out the true friends let go of the fake ones.
He got involved with a film group because he wrote scripts wanting to work behind the scenes because being involved or a lead was overwhelming. He gave them ideas, he was not heard, ignored. He gave them the idea to do a podcast later they would kick him out and act like they were the master minds behind the show. He did object yet again he was not being heard. The podcast had a mild fan base, no longer fun for him. He decided to leave the group since it was no longer fun and it was no longer his dream or vision it did come true but would grow into something more without him.
He had another script he had been working on for years so many characters no faces just dialogue and characters with personas that stood out.
He hung with bands made suggestions but creative juices floating around everyone with their own inspiration and influenced. The creative process such a high stimulating feeling that is hard to get enough of.

Wake up it's still dark need to beat the traffic rush. Cold outside seeing it while exhaling determined to stay warm. Wearing warm cozy layers because the weather is unpredictable. From cold as ice to hot has hell. The temperature would progress with the day. Losing layers or sometimes the weather stayed consistent dressed just right. In the car so early loud music to stay awake. The heat blasting to keep you warm on the way. Arrive before everyone sitting in an empty lot waiting for the rest show up. The early morning silence rewarding soothing to the mind. The tender intensity felt just right. He was always anxious but everything felt right. Up early home early. Like the days better then the night shift.

The first time they met big smiles on their face. She had curly hair like curly fries. He was charming with a large personality. She was out going and seductive. While he was funny and charming. The day they met locking eyes their was an electric charge in the air. They both had chemistry with one another. She had been in a relationship. The guy was new to the whole experience he always had female friends but it was nothing more. He was use to the friend zone but with her this was a different experience. She was an only child and had lived with her mother. He was the oldest of six and both parents in his life.
They hung out a few times but he was happy to hang with her he didn't expect much but did have feelings. Her personality has her well know because of her athletic background. He liked to work out because it kept his mind sharp. He was a thinker observer and analyzed everything. The puppy love between them grew he was hooked the first time they kissed this kiss was electric full of energy. He was shy but once she brought him out of his shell he was growing developing communication skills since he grew up less fortunate learning to go without. She was spoiled and use to her way. He was nervous because he always thought his past would effect his future. He enjoyed the time they spent together. They would talk about things get to know one another personal deep conversation.  He has a hard time trusting because he had been hurt grew up with tough love. He didn't like the idea of lowering himself to be accepted or giving up who he was to be liked. She admired his courage and would make him feel valued. He did feel for her but he had been hurt in high school. His so called best friend got with his crush. He no longer wanted to associate with people who wronged him made him feel he didn't matter or belong. She told him he would be okay. He was not good with his emotions because his honesty got him hated when all he did wrong was tell the truth. He feared telling her how he felt because he didn't want her to see him differently cause her to change how she felt about him. The beginning is always fun stimulating and romantic getting to know the person what they like and how unique and special those moments could be.

He always wanted to fit in or belong even if meant giving up what he loved. He didn't belong and sacrificed but still surpassed those who doubted him and left him out. He never knocked anyone or used anyone he was a worker a team player someone who took pride in his work. He was loyal and true what made him sad was all the people he thought highly of thought nothing of him. He pursued success and got treated like a failure. He failed in his relationship to be with his friends now they are in relationships not making time for anyone. That balance and transition is difficult he worked too much no social life; he had a social life but didn't work too often. He loved to be better while others soaked in their misery he didn't understand. He valued people seen them as more but they settled for worse and blamed others when its their life. He didn't agree but didn't argue because some are set in their ways and won't accept change or refuse to do so.
He didn't bother with anyone but everything he did seem to bother everyone. He worried for their feelings that distracted him while tried to help them come up with a solution turns out it was not his problem. He wanted to help and support others hoping they would do the same. They gave him the 3rd degree left him hanging when he needed them. He learned to not be available to people who made him an option instead of a priority.
He rose above all those who judged him and mocked him. They told them NO but he was already doing it. He always did what made him happy even if it was a secret him doing it in private. He made time for himself because no one else gave him the time of day. In the end he felt accomplished satisfied because he had done it critics or not he was happy doing it that's what made it work while he journey continued while he grew into the person he was destine to become.

They finally met up he was nervous he arrived early but she was there before him. He was nervous she would be a no show. She greeted him happy to see him. He was more surprised she was early made it before him. He was excited this was happening. She would order a drink and he got a Coke. He was trying to quit drinking, she understood he was stuck in the transition. He wanted to get out of the slump move on consider dating again. She told him "what slump you seem confident and in control?" He said once "he started dating things changed didn't make sense." She reached across the table place her hand on his. He cupped her hand as he made eye contact they both smiled. She was open with her feelings; he was honest but didn't expect much.  This was different but he didn't want to dive in right way. From past experience, he gave too much got nothing or he held back losing it all.
She asked him "what's wrong you look flustered is it me?" He would respond "no I'm not good at this." She laugh I noticed you are so cute and innocent. He asked is that "good or bad"
She kissed him on the cheek you'll find out soon enough. She ordered a chicken salad and he ordered a burger.

She was saying I love you to another person now she's around you using you to get over that person. She was engaged he took the ring back this was the story you told it made you sad. The day she kissed him he did not feel right or know how to feel since she talk about them keeping it casual but later saying they could not date or be a couple. Her mind with many ideas that made her indecisive made he jump to conclusions without consideration for his thoughts and feelings. She would do whatever and use anyone so she could feel better about herself. He didn't see the worse in her but he didn't expect her to be at her best.
He was confused about this fling she would come on to him talking seductive. He was respectful because he knew once *** was involved it would make things complicated. He was open with her while she played games using ****** favors as manipulation. Things were not clear but once it got too deep things would eventually become awkward a close friendship with mild ****** benefits would become nothing two trouble with relationship issues would become complete strangers once again.

Things are well for once all the negative people are gone he was on his path and was determined to make it to the next level. He didn't ask or want others influence because in his mind he had the plan and vision in his head even if the outcome did not come out accordingly. He learned to love himself and put his needs first. Things were better figuring out what he wanted building up confidence and courage to make his decision without others throwing their monkey wrench into his plans. He found passion in what he loves! Not worried if it was cool all that mattered was it made him happy. He had promised himself to be happy and let go of the past that kept surfacing because it was history and no longer mattered. He did change for people some for good and others didn't appreciate the sacrifice so it became for himself. The women that claimed to love him but with someone else he was not one to move on so ****** but did learn they are gone not coming back so no point in waiting around. He had many friends he valued deeply but they bad mouth him or holding a grudge because he called them out he was a good friend that told the truth. He would not be fake or a friend if he did lie.