It was not really a surprise for you to hear that your friend, Johnny, had signed up to be one of the life guards at the local beach. Knowing the type of man he is, he isn't really going to get anywhere at all with this, your mind had to just think about how...dull he is with this 'perfect idea' for him. Typical Johnny.

Looking from afar, Johnny was above as he strikes manly poses in his seat of the lifeguard chair, using his binoculars to find the perfect woman to woo—well, he'll basically just find someone pretty and gorgeous, he'll be settled in a second and go down to hit on them, only to get rejected again. And if it weren't for his shades, the fist full of sand that the girl tried to throw at him would've been a disaster for his eyes.

Your friend isn't the brightest when it came to you, either. He literally thought you were a guy because of the amount of baggy and comfortable clothing you always wear in your house. Going outside of your own room can honestly tire you out in a split second.

It was unusual for you to go to the beach and keep an eye on Johnny, you had to make sure he's actually doing his job instead of letting a person drown in the seashore or get eaten by a possible swimming shark. All the while, you needed to try and enjoy it here either way, it wouldn't hurt much.

"That's enough talking about me, let's talk about me, talk about Johnny Bravo." With a wink and a rejection as he flexed his muscles and his exposed toned torso. He was about to get back to his chair until he saw you, his jaw agape and dropping down to the ground. Quickly regaining his composure and leaned close to you, showing off his manly frame. "Well, hello beautiful.."