• There it was; the gorgeous setting of a foggy afternoon immediately prior to a storm, the golden sun glistening through the partial grayness of a cumulonimbus, a vast meadow of knee- high grass reaching the horizon, a good ole’ red, Georgia- dirt road sprawling transversely over the field of eternal greenery, accompanied by the colossal Southern live oak that we sat beneath. It was her. The most beautiful spectacle I have ever had the pleasure and honor to rest my eyes upon.
    She was somewhat of a taller girl, 5’ 11” I would say. She had chest- length, shimmering, brown hair, flowing elegantly with the soft, subtle breeze, almost portraying the contiguous grassland around us. Her body was one of which countless men would die for; providentially, she pays them no interest and she continues on her way, on behalf of the fact that she cannot stomach the arrogance and haughtiness of the immature stature and adolescence of most males. They typically tend to have a one-track mind and would merely want to attain the title of her boyfriend so that they can exploit their perverted, disgusting wants and cravings on her. Although, she didn’t feel that way about me, thank goodness, because that’s actually NOT the type of guy I am. She could see that in me, I don’t know how, it must be a girl thing, and knew that I was the type of guy for her. I’m glad she felt as such, if she hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be sitting here under this tree with the most amazing girl right now