My Missy

My god have you ever seen anyone as beautiful as her? That does not require an answer. In fact I don’t care one iota what your answer would be. This blog entry is going to be all about one thing, my lovely finance Missy, and how much I am in love with her. This post isn’t for you the reader, nope not at all, it is for me. I have so many emotions built up in me when it comes to her that I need to get them off my chest.

I want to start off by saying that Missy is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. This includes people I have seen in person, on television, online, or in books and magazines. I am dead serious when I say that I have never once laid my eyes on a woman that I thought was as attractive as Missy. A lot of guys don’t believe me but I am completely honest when I say that I do not check out any other women. Some of these men claim to be in happy relationships and that there is nothing wrong with “window shopping.”

For me though it is not a matter of whether it is right or wrong to check out another woman, I simply don’t want to. I am sure some people reading this are going to think I am full of shit but just because you have never experienced this don’t for one minute belittle someone who has. In fact if you doubt what I am saying then FUCK YOU. Yep you read that right. Just because you are a miserable unhappy fuck don’t put your bullshit off on me. If you are with someone else and feel the need to lust after other women then that is your own damn fault and not mine. Am I saying that my relationship is stronger than yours? Fuck yes I am.

That is not to say that I don’t lust after a woman, because I do. It just happens to be that I lust after Missy. Since she has moved in with me I have taken over 400 pictures of her and I look at those pictures every day. That is no exaggeration, I have taken over 400 pictures of her and look at every single one of them every day. I carry two pictures of her in my wallet and look at those all throughout my work day. I have about 30 more pictures on my cell phone of her to keep me company as well. While other men are checking out some woman across the street bent over picking something up I am staring at my baby, the one I am going home to that night and every night.

Anytime I want to fantasize about a woman I fantasize about Missy. I picture her in my head acting out my wildest fantasizes while I count down the clock at work. Seriously look at her…

Why would I ever fantasize about anyone else? While this may seem arrogant it is the truth. She is my beautiful love and she consumes my thoughts. I am not going to go eat some 99 cents double cheeseburgers if I have a filet mignon at home. It makes no sense what so ever.

Ever since I can remember I have always had a clear picture in my head of my dream girl. She was tall and thin, long legs and dark hair. Big beautiful brown eyes and a lovely smile. Tattoos would adorn both her arms and she would look both devilishly delightful but also sweet and innocent. She would be dangerous looking while also have a sweet girl next store quality about her. I remember being a little boy thinking some much about this dream girl. I have also had a vivid imagination and I played out so many “dates” in my head with this mysterious dream girl.

As I got older I dated one girl and then another but in the back of my head was always my dream girl. This perfect girl for me that I never in a million years thought I would ever find. Then I met Missy and she was the dream girl. Everything I described in the previous paragraph describes her to a T. She was with me as a little boy all the way into adulthood. Imaging a life with her kept me going through the years and now I finally met the girl who I had been dreaming about the whole time.

Just thinking about Missy makes my heart race fast and I feel feint and light headed. Even though we have been together now for almost a year I still get those butterfly feelings every time I see her. Her striking long legs drive me insane and my eyes get lost in her gorgeous locks of dark hair. I melt every time I look into her enchanting big brown eyes. She is my dream girl, my baby, my love, and soon my wife.