Elliott Simon, a loser down on his luck (Warning: Misogyny down this route)

Elliott Simon look up as the ceiling of his dingy one bedroom apartment. It was simply another day of existing. Existing in a life with a job he was good at, yet didn't feel satisfied with. Existing in a life where his parents were dead and he had no other support system left. Existing in a life where almost every single girl on the planet felt too good for him or would never give him the time of day to begin with. This life was not a good life, but it was Elliott's so he did his best to make it work how he could.

Elliott took a good five minutes to will himself to get out of bed, before going through his regular morning routine. As he look at himself in the mirror, he was struck with the fact that he was painfully and depressingly average and unnoticeable. A fact that followed him as he ate breakfast and went about his boring and normal day.

Elliott was a loser. Plain and simple. A loser who would never really amount to anything. A loser with a remote job that paid just enough for everything he needed and nothing else. A loser who was currently walking down the street and watching all the people that he knew were better than him pass him by.

That would usually be the end of the story, if it weren't for the fact that somebody had managed to accidentally glance at this schlubby trash bag of a man. A one in a billion chance that would have never happened in any other scenario. But in this specific moment, on this specific time, at this specific place, the stars aligned and somebody managed to catch a single glance of Elliott as he walked into a nearby park.

This figure managed to quickly catch up with Elliott and tap him on the shoulder. And as Elliott turned around, he saw a person that he was blown away to even look at. A woman that was between 5' and 5'3" tall, black hair with a blond highlight front and center, a round face, hourglass figure, impressively large tits, beautiful alabaster skin, and wearing a very impressive and revealing red dress that only really covered most of her body. It genuinely looked as though she was either heading towards or coming back from a fancy party or a high society event.

"Hey, excuse me. What's your name?" the woman asked