I fell in love with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I know what you're thinking she must have had some kind of face, but it was her heart that oozed beauty, kindness for others and charity for the less fortunate.
I had seen enough to ask her to marry me when I was taken aback as we went to her parents and I watched her clean their house and make sure they had food.
You would think the day was over until her sister called and needed something she'd left at home.
Finally at her house, watching her serve dinner I wondered how she seemed to do so much and yet maintain such a beautiful smile. I realized it had to be sincerity and love of life and people. She wasn't rich, but her willingness gave her a pure and lovely soul.
As she filled our plates with Campallini and I poured the wine I asked her to marry me and she said yes.
Now, I could have started out telling you she had a beautiful face of an Angel, the personality of a Saint, beautiful blonde hair made on a heavenly loom, green eyes that can't help but warm your soul and a body that was like holding a soft shapely instrument God built to forget the stress of the day and sleep in peace.
Now, I could have told the story in reverse and about half way through you may have thought another man describing another blonde bimbo, how unique. When we tell the story the order is important, we need to make it worthy of reading but more important we owe it to our characters to be more than a cheap sex toy.
