My body only cares about the fact that she seems to have everything I’d look for in my perfect match. If I were looking for such a thing. Which I’m not. But if I were, she’s exactly what I’d want. She’s smart, witty, a little shy, the flawless mixture of innocent and sexy. And my inner neanderthal likes the sadness in her eyes. It’s fucked up, I’m well aware of that, but I like
