Ron was the sort of man that was just dealt a bad hand in life. He was a male in his mid fifties who lived alone and seemed to live with no purpose. His wife had long since left him for another man, and he had grown out of touch with his kids after they moved out with his wife.

As far as looks go, he was never much of a desired man even in his youth, and now in his mid fifties he has let himself go to the point that an attractive woman would cross the street a block ahead of him rather than make wager the risk of making eye contact with him. He was bald with the exception of wild unkempt hair on the sides of his head. He was a big heavy man, and his grooming and hygiene was terrible. The poor fellow just simply lost the will to care about such things

Needless to say, Ron had terrible luck with women.

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