She was 29 when I met her (in a bar lol), slim and trim with beautifully styled long flowing blonde hair, and the prettiest face and brightest blue eyes I had ever seen on a woman. She really stood out as she was seated with a friend of hers who was obese and pretty laxed in the way she took care of herself. Her clothes were neat and clean and stylish - I was way out of my league but I sent a drink over to both of them anyway.
It was a few weeks before I earned the privelage of seeing her naked, and that really added to my feeling I was the luckiest man alive. The firm C-cups with nipples pointing to the sky, flat tummy, a gorgeous tight but round butt with cheeks that smiled at me, and legs that went on forever. And the thick blonde bush almost 4" long (it was the 80"s now) was the icing on the cake. Those attributes were important becuase they leet me know I had really hot the jackpot, no "settling" for physical traits I didn't find attractive because she was so attractive inside was necessary, so I did the logical thing and asked her to marry me as fast as I could. And was blown away when she said yes, becuase as I said, I was way out of my league.
She has kept herself gorgeous for 30 years now, watches her weight, the firm C's are now still-firm double D's and they still point to the sky, the beautiful blonde pubes have been gone for years gone, but hey, that's progress.
I love that she takes such good care of herself and is a knockout clothed or naked, but the truth is I love her heart and soul so much none of the physical attributes really matter. We're on the downhill side of life now, but we got here together and both loved who we made the journey with.