I’m one of those girls you often hear referred to as ‘cute’ and sometimes ‘perky’. But unlike many, I really don’t mind the terminology.

My hair is short and dark-brown and I have a slightly turned-up nose. My eyes are seductively blue and my smile (so I’ve been told) makes me inviting, fun and approachable. I try to stay in shape by working out which keeps my waist quite slim, buns tight and yes, well, my breasts standing at attention.

I’ve had my share of boyfriends and of course, the hurt that accompanies relationships as well. But at the age of twenty-four, I was heart-broken over losing both my three-year live-in lover and my job all over one little incident.

I filled my life with hard lots of hard work and studying, and even joined a health club. There is where I met my "Mr. Perfect". John was a big, strong, very nice looking guy. The cliché "tall, dark and handsome" comes to mind.

The health club was actually located near my apartment which was very co...

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