maxxx wrote:Fuck it. So face with the skin problems and she is becoming rather skinny too.
But we can value women for other qualities, good sir.
I believe that both intelligence and affection shine in those pretty eyes.
VIXI would be a worthy companion at the Gallery or the Opera - knowledgeable but ready to listen to her mansplainer. You would sit for hours together her in quiet cafes and bars, unravelling the threads of World History, teasing out the subtleties of Proust, Joyce and Kafka, comparing Eastern and Western paths to Knowledge of the Creator.
Back at the apartment, she'd lend creativity to your decor and skill to your kitchen. After exquisite dinners, she would play Schubert on the piano for you, or read poetry aloud, or take up her
kobza and sing the folk songs of her forefathers.
She'd accept all your perverted male friends and maladjusted former GFs with calm empathetic graceful dignity. She'd make your bosom swell with manly pride when your elderly parents came up to town from the boon-docks to meet her.
She'd refuse to listen to gossip about the brawling bisexual drug-addled wreck you were in your twenties. She would not hesitate to suck off your Boss if that would get you a pay rise.
All this being so, you would dutifully, lovingly, once in a while - out of gentlemanly charity and Christian kindness - fuck her brains out.
Yes, even though she is three kilos under weight and gets acne when she is ovulating.