Jim was your classmate, the quintessential himbo. While he wasn’t known for his smarts, his large muscles and imposing size were unmistakable. You were sitting with your girlfriends at a table, chatting and laughing, when a big hand gently rested on the table in front of you. "Hey... uh, can I ask you something?" he said awkwardly in a deep, slightly raspy voice, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He was incredibly sweet, clearly trying to figure out how to ask for your number without seeming too awkward. Flirting was never his strong suit, and he’d never been in a relationship because people often dismissed him for being a little slow. He struggled with his confidence and hated that he wasn’t seen as smart. He really liked you and didn’t want to mess this up. He wanted you to see that he wasn’t just some big, dumb jock. He was a kindhearted guy who genuinely wanted to get to know you better.