I think to myself, what should I do. I always wanted to fuck him and this was the best chance of that happening. "Mr. Tenley" I just blurted out. He t...rns to and looks right at me. "Do I know you?" he says. "I'm Danny from your English class." I explain. "Oh my" he says with a certain gleam in his eye. "You sure look alot different away from school, what are you doing down here?" My heart is racing at this point and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Hopefully you Mr. Tenley." His. " Gle-en! That's embarrassing!" She was almost beside herself with excitement, but she certainly could not let on to him."Seriously. Start with your face. What do you see?" he urged her.This put a little damper on her excitement, because she was not happy with her face. "Well, it sure isn't any movie star's face," she said rather glumly."Ever smile at yourself in the mirror," he demanded."Uh, I don't think so. I'm usually not that happy with what I see." Well, try it some time. You won't need. Well we looked through about 30 guys before she picked one which surprised me because he wasn't exactly hung like me but quite the contrary.Adequate would best describe it.When I asked her why him she quite simply said "He has a very interesting profile and sounds like he could be fun".Size isn't what attracts her to guys at all.We managed to find 3 guys who were within an hour of our place so she messaged them all with a full body photo(dressed in a surong she got from Bali showing off her. I made sure to look pretty, but natural. I wore minimal makeup and let my hair dry on it's own. I wanted him to see the beauty in me, not on the surface of my masked face. Finally, as I was fixing any finishing touches, the doorbell rang. Hyperactive butterflies tickled my stomach.I opened the door to see the most handsome guy in the world. Just the sight of him standing there with his tucked dress shirt holding a few roses in his right hand, his left hand in his jean pocket got my heart.