‘I just know,’ she said with confident assurance, as if she was privy to a spiritual revelation. ‘I don’t know how you can say I’m the one, ...hen we’ve only had the one date, Becky,’ I said. Wanting to believe her, thinking about being her man and being with her, then thinking of all the good times I’d be missing out on, if I settled down now, instead of waiting to tie the knot later, I was reticently resistant. How did she know that I was the one? How could she possibly know that I was the one. When we got off the bus we noticed a banner above the stadium entrance which read:The Dallas Cowboy CheerleadersAre Proud to HostThe 2012 Texas CheerleaderChampionship CompetitionI hollered to our group "Hey girls, looks like we've finally hit the big time. We went in and up to the registration table to get signed in and pick up the schedule. In our division we would be third to perform out of six squads. We then took the bus to our motel to get checked in. Since I was her dad Kim didn't look. He would prove to her by this latest scene that she was wrong. His eyes locked on hers. She was looking into his, not at him. She took his hand and held it as she spoke, as if to maintain contact with him, no matter how he took her words. Her blue eyes never turned away from him, as she patiently explained to him that when the young couples’ gaze had merged, and when the dark-haired woman had measured her lover’s corneas, that without plan, warm scents, wafting ‘pheromones sexuelles’ had. She looked to be no more that fifteen - that stage between a girl and a woman - but given how young Freyja had looked, I wasn’t certain. Her hair was a chestnut brown and was put up in a beehive-style bun, with a few ringlets falling free to frame her angelic face. Golden clips adorned her hair, no doubt used in keeping such a mass of hair in place and add to her ethereal beauty. The clips were gold, intricately designed and accented with small pearls. She had a circlet of gold, also adorned.