The Woman in White--Damian

          Sun-bleached skin, light complexion, large rear - almost everything you could ask for in a woman. I remember the first day I laid my eyes on her. The sun glistened on my skin, sweat rolled down the side of my cheek, and all I can remember was being mesmerized by her beauty. Before approaching her, I took a step back to admire the entirety of her beauty - every single one of her features. Her curvatures, the way her body glistened in the light, even the subtle hum of her voice turned me on. From that moment on, I knew I wanted her and only her. I dreamt of her every single night. Each day I became more and more infatuated with the idea of her and I together. I could almost feel her smooth skin rubbing up against mine. I longed to run my hands up against her body. I felt the urge to shower her constantly with admiration and lavish things. I needed to show her off to the world and make everyone envious of her everlasting beauty. Then one day my dream came true. Our love for each other had finally come to fruition, and our love ultimately prevailed.

            I still remember our first date together; the day we went to the mountains with our good friend, Alan Viernes, also known as Mister Friday. While a majority of the experience involved Mister Friday attempting to whisk me away from my love, to my reluctance, every moment with my white lady travelling up and down the mountain was greeted with absolute bliss. I still remember the way she looked that day; her beautiful white skin clashing against the rays of the sun, and her gray eyes glistened with the beauty that only she possessed. Her skin was fairer and glowed brighter than the freshly fallen snow itself. Her beautiful humming kept me hypnotized; every second that passed with her, I couldn’t help but fall more in love. This was a different type of love, the kind of love that was extremely rare (ask my friend Adam Burgos about his own struggles in his blog submission entitled “The Time I Got Curved” on Mrs. Cogswell’s blog) and even harder to keep. From this day forward, I knew that in order to keep our relationship going and stable, I had to treat her with the utmost respect and love that most married couples needed.

Over the next several months I lavished her with countless gifts. From new makeup, to new speakers, and even with a wardrobe upgrade. On our one and a half year anniversary, I took her to Griffith Park to see the beautiful stars, but she was still more beautiful than every twinkle and glimmer. Over the past two years, she’s been a huge part of my life and I would have it no other way. She’s helped me through the best times and the worst. This is an ode to the most beautiful, classiest, smartest woman in white, my 2013 Scion FRS.