The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew she was the one for me.  

She was the prettiest thing I had ever seen.  Long, ash-blonde hair, beautiful greenish-brown eyes flecked with gold, and a slim build, with curves in all the right places.  She was roughly about five foot four and weighed maybe 120 soaking wet.

I knew I had to court her or at least get to know her name and to know her as a person.  So that is exactly what I did.

Her name was Ronee.  Ronee Margaret Haines.  She spoke with a Western accent; she was originally from Ponticello, Idaho.  She moved to Texas when she was three and lived with her grandparents.  Her parents were divorced and didn't want anything to do with her because they were sadly married to their careers.

I felt sorry for her.

We started seeing each other af few months ago.  Ronee and I hit it off perfectly.  She was all that I was looking for in a girl: cute, funny, intelligent, and a great dancer/singer.  She wanted to be a dancer or a singer when she grew up.  Somehow, I wasn't surprised: she was quite talented.

Eventually, I introduced Ronee to my parents.  They loved her and still do.  We are still seeing each other, and last month, I kissed her for the very first time.  She tasted sweet, like cherries.  We kissed underneath the mistletoe and ever since, every time I think about her, my heart flutters rapidly.  I do believe that I have fallen in love with Ronee!!

I'd like to have sex with her, but that is a no no because my parents (and her grandparents) all put their parental feet down and said absolutely not; wait until we get married.  So that part of our relationshp is going to have to wait. 

Darn it!

I still blame the mistletoe for the strong feelings I have for Ronee.  She is the prettiest girl I have ever seen, and I dearly hope that we get married and become man and wife!  That would be a huge dream come true for the two of us!  :)