<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He blushed and then grimaced as he looked at the second empty shot glass...embarrassed that he just hammered back two "whole shots" of an aperitif.  He felt dumb but she managed to make him comfortable once again by telling him a "secret" and leaning in closer to him once more.  She had an interesting way of always managing to work her way closer to him.<br/><br/>He shook his head slightly at mention of five hundred lovers and gave her an amused look only to then laugh out loud as she asked him about his beard.<em>"It's not that interesting a story Elsa.  I just think I look like a tool bag without a beard.  It's also good discipline.  There's no phoning it in with a beard.  If you do...it gets noticed right away and you end up looking like some wild man coming out of the bush.  So...it's a little bit like the saying, What gets measured gets done.  It keeps me sharp and keeps me invested in my appearance." </em>His blue eyes narrowed slightly, giving her a curious smile as he wondered if that would satisfy the eager blonde.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat and lifted a hand.<em>"So...you.  I cannot begin to understand why you're single.  You are sweet.  You are...undeniably sexy and you are very social.  It's easy to talk about what we do and where we're from and I want to learn more about you.  I want you to learn more about me but...something is wrong with each of us here on the show.  Something has stopped us from finding the right person and making a go of it."</em><br/><br/>He held a hand to his chest and gave her a genuine smile and a nod of reassurance.<em>"But I'll go first so as to not put you on the spot."</em>He exhaled slowly, frowning as he thought about it...trying to qualify what stopped him.  What was indeed wrong with him.<em>"So...I think I keep myself busy to put up walls.  To put some distance between myself and those I'm in relationships with because I think I find it easier.  My job keeps me away from home for months at a time and when I am at home I need to maintain my fitness levels to keep my job.  So I am busy.  Quite busy.  I think...I think maybe I'm a bit sensitive.  Maybe overly so..."</em><br/><br/>He frowned as he thought about his date with Grace.<br/><br/><em>"So when I think I'm wronged...I don't just roll with it.  I don't make concessions and I think I struggle with letting go of a hurt or a wronging.  So...I carry it."</em><br/><br/>He breathed in deeply...then exhaled and blinked his eyes twice.<em>"Alright..."</em>, he cleared his throat slightly.<em> "...and to be clear.  I've never really dated.  I've been in a handful of relationships...the longest...about ten months?  So...you.  Do you have questions or do you want to tell me what's up with you?"</em>