She…

She has incredible eyes.

And hair. In fact, all of her is beautiful.

She has a smile that is never far away, and a fabulous sense of humour and laugh to go with it.

She laughs at all my jokes.

Except the bad ones that don’t deserve laughing at.

She is my age, give or take.

She donates her time to worthy causes.

She is incredibly intelligent and well-read and articulate without being a show-off about it.

Charisma. She has scads of charisma.

If she noticed last weekend’s major pimple-on-nose crisis, she didn’t say.

She has impeccable taste, but without the conceit that sometimes accompanies it.

Despite her good taste, it seems she likes me as much as I like her.

What’s not to like?

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