They don’t come smarter than Isla. As a biology major, knows where the hypothalamus is and can recite at least twenty facts about the medulla oblongata without consulting Wikipedia.
Not only that, she’s an accomplished dancer, a professional musician, and active in her community. Finally, and perhaps most alluringly to this particular hopeless geek, Isla loves sci-fi. (When she told me she once cosplayed as Inara Serra, I had to physically restrain my heart from leaping out of my ribcage.)
Here’s the thing about intelligence though. Those who love often and well know that intelligence isn’t the be-all, end-all, or Endor. It’s one part of the equation and often times it’s the cake when what you really want is icing. Fortunately, Isla has plenty of icing too. Her years of dance training give her tone, while her hours at the library give her a softness that athletes can only dream about. The best of both worlds.
Her eyes smolder with the fire of a woman who, in spite of her young age, knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Everything about her—from her long, lustrous hair to the tips of her perfect toes—speak of sexiness and joie de vivre expressing themselves “as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.”
And rose is apposite. She is all fire and passion, a wild Irish rose. It was, after all, an Irish poet who wrote:
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
|Age :||20||Ethnicity :||Caucasian|
|Weight :||120 lbs||Tattoo :||None|
|Height :||5'6||Rate :||350|
|Hair :||Ginger/blonde||Services :||GFE|