She told me about how she and her friend Lizzy were bored of their small hometown and came for some fun and new experiences in the big city. Lizzy was... quiet most of the time but she didn't have to say a word to get my attention. She kept smiling a huge beautiful smile to me, perfectly framed by her long, straight, blonde hair and spiced up by her shiny blue eyes. She was small and you could see she had a tendency to chubbyness but it hadn't really kicked in yet so her body were still great, not. It'd helped that she was younger yet divorced -- someone he'd known wasn't looking for a wedding any time soon, and still had all the charm of young women, their enthusiasm that made even their jadedness and stabs at cynicism cute.It hadn't worked out, for all the reasons it began in the first place, and eight years had faded it into some unstated Life Lesson -- the time when he was a father, the time when he Got Serious for the first time (two long-term relationships since then, clocking in at. I just never liked playing dress up or anything like that. I remember absolutely hating it when I had to wear a dress of my mother or sister did something to my hair because we were going somewhere nice. I'd always look in the mirror and think I looked incredibly stupid like that. And before you say it, no, I don't wish I had been a boy. I'm not a female to male transsexual. I'm not a butch lesbian. I've just always thought that me trying to look feminine was a stupid idea. It's just not me.And. " I adopted that philosophy for myself and I think I'd make Lily a pretty good husband. I'm trying to gather the courage to ask Lily out on a date. The problem is I'm afraid she'll turn me down. Lily is lovely and delicate like the early spring flower that bears her name. She stands just over five feet tall with waist-length, stick-straight pale blonde hair. She wears a size zero, if that (I'd like to fatten her up a bit.). She's blessed with a pair of intense, intelligent cobalt-blue eyes and.