Toriseju was a pretty damsel from Mass Communications. She was an appropriate example of ‘beauty with brains’.
If stared at, at the right time, under the right conditions, with her being the constant K, she looked like a sculpted piece of enchanting beauty, meticulously worked upon by a sculptor with masters in his field. In addition, her voice. Oh, her voice was so holy in its own accord no doubts.
I have to admit that her beautiful cleavage got to my head. Not more than her shapely buttocks though. They complemented each other in the right way. No, not in the figure eight type of way, I am talking of holy beauty. Just like beauty in holiness. You could call it Beauty, her royal holiness. When she went on her morning jogs across campus, her body created visual images in the minds of guys. In addition, girls too. However, that made me curious. I saw women every day and that was only a slight difference that my being could cope with.
Just like caramel topping to a wonderfully baked chocolate cake, her intelligence capped her beauty in the right way. I just wanted to know her. I have to point out here that my sapiosexuality is off the charts, so it is not new for me to lose weight over intelligent women.
Show me a well-chiseled face with smoky eyes and luscious lips. A perfectly shaped body and a graceful walk and I would tell you that is pretty.
Now show me all these coupled with a good heart, good character and intelligence and that right there is the true definition of beautiful.
Toriseju was all shades of ugly in all corners of beautiful.
I was however willing to take her through the metamorphosis needed. I do not claim to be holier than thou are but I put up with all her mess and she knew.
My eyes were covered with a terribly opaque veil and my comfortability was not in question. I carried on until my well of patience began to run dry. You see, Toriseju fetched water from this well in undue excess. To bath, drink, wash and even to water the plants in her garden. I wonder now, why this was so when there was a borehole of common sense inside her father’s compound.
I have decided to cover up the well recently. I have reached out to well-known contractors, Lessons & Experiences. I believe they would do a good job in converting my well into a borehole. Luckily, Toriseju happens to have a blind mind, so she probably would see the tap. However, if she does and she can stroke it well enough to pour out its contents, then so be it.
Now that my veil is uncovered, I am going into the world in search of a beautiful woman. I know perfection is farfetched. However, I want an imperfection that is mine. Not up for grabs or sharing. In addition, I know this might seem greedy to you but to be very honest, a part of my mind wants you to burn in the uncharted parts of hell for that. However, the winning side says to let you go and care less.
As I embark on my journey, I look closely at my part of town and smile ruefully. I have never had lasting or fulfilling relationships here.
Maybe. Just maybe because flowers did not bloom completely here, that is why relationships never sailed.