But all I have is clichés. So, it might be best if you create your own version of the feminine ideal, let her grow within your mind, infuse her with ...substance and I will do my best not to disavow your vision.For a month I avoided her, observing her regal progress from afar, a sullen cloud floating at the edge of her sunlit uplands. Each day, like a politician at election time, she would perambulate through her constituents full of joyous goodwill and well-intentioned concern, bathing them in. "Michael wasn't convinced, but he let it go. Connor stood and looked at Michael awkwardly, until he told him it was time for to go home. After Connor left, Michael stood in the kitchen for a while thinking about what his friend had said and wondering if it was true.xxxThe week went by fast. Work kept Michael busy and distracted him from thinking about the upcoming weekend with his mother. But Friday came, at last, and when it did, Michael took the afternoon off at Susanna's request, so they. Adams?” Dean couldn’t believe the audacity of his daughter.“Got it in one, Daddy. Did you see the pictures of his daughter? Redhead. His wife? Redhead. I’ve finally figured out that he only likes redheads. All I need to do is walk in and direct my womanly charms at him and he’ll be mine. I even dyed my pubic hair red so he won’t discover I’m really blonde.”“I have a feeling he’ll figure that out,” Dean muttered under his breath. “When are you off on this adventure?”“I have a flight this. I tried my best to console her but she kept crying. She told me that her grandfather loved her so much and there was nobody now who loved her so much. I told her that he parents were still there besides I loved her so much. I got carried away, and then I realized what I actually had said. She looked surprised. For a minute she silent. I said to my self its over. She said really do you men that. It was like I had touched a live wire. I realized here was my chance. I confessed my love for her.