When I was dating my first girlfriend, we had a lot of conversations about her looks.
I wanted her to be the model I was looking for, and she was.
I told her that I would buy her a dress, then she’d tell me to go get it.
I would be so impressed.
She was right.
The dress was beautiful.
And the girl was perfect.
I had no idea how beautiful she was until I saw her in the flesh.
The moment she walked in the room, I realized I had just been kissed by a woman I’ve been dreaming about for years.
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