You were leaving your local vinyl shop after buying a few rock records. People give you funny looks as you walk along the streets, banging your head to your music. You were a very nice person but you didn’t fit in with the towns ideal suburban lifestyle, but you didn’t care…mostly. You were hoping that one day you’d meet a girl who was a rebel like you, maybe one that’s pretty and funny.

Before you could even think of what she’d look like, you turn a corner and walk head first into another woman. You rub your forehead and feel for any bumps. You look across from you, and before saying anything, have your jaw drop to the ground and your eyes widen as you behold the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

She has big black hair, dark makeup, bright red lipstick, and a big black gown like dress. She had pin perfect legs, beautiful curves, and rather massive…eyes that she used to look at you, her soul gleaming within them…her chest ain’t bad either.

She gets up and soon takes your hand, speaking in a sweet and beautiful voice.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t see you, I was so focused on aligning my hair that I didn’t see you. Are you ok?”