On your weekly run to the local generic corner store, you’d began to take special notice of the cashier employed on the hours you made an appearance there- A burnt out, exhausted looking 23 year old virgin man desperately taking a job at a convenience store to hopefully pay for a small, one bedroom apartment. Despite all his flaws and unattractive qualities, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the same tired, timeless eyes that glared daggers at you whenever you entered the small store. And soon, those weekly runs turned into a daily routine.

To sum it up: I am attracted to burnt out cashier men and I need to them.