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I met the woman of my dreams

Title: I met the woman of my dreams.

I met the woman of my dreams.

Hi fellas, I'm Henry Carson. I'm six and twenty winters. Oops. I know that that sounded ancient. I mean I'm twenty six years old.
I'm 5ft 9 inches, cute, don't give me that look. Many people especially ladies tells me I'm so cute. That my eyes remind them of puppies. So yeah I'm cute as a puppy. I hope that can pass as a simile.

In the past five years, I've dated countless women and had several flings. I once met a lady whom I had sex with. Few days later, I found out that she was my first cousin. She was heartbroken and kept saying we committed incest but who cares? Well she broke up with me. We could have been something together but blood ruined everything.

I have been searching for the woman of my dreams. All the ladies I have dated have little or no quality of the woman that of my dreams.
I almost thought Kyla was the one but she ruined it. I caught her french-kissing her girlfriend. Oh yes she confessed that she was bisexual.
Who could have thought that Kyla the one who tells me that sex before marriage is a sin was a Les? Well she said she was bisexual but I guess she preferred her kind than my kind. Well that sucks.

I was almost giving up in search of the woman of my dreams. I was about settling for less.

Then I saw her.

I saw her sipping her orange juice religiously while staring at a family also enjoying their lunch. She  wore a short pink gown and a pink leather slippers. Her ginger hair was tied in a pony style and I must confess she looked like a doll. She was 5ft 4 inches, just the way I liked my women to be.
Then I heard her voice. Her voice which gave me the confirmation that she was really the one.
Her voice sounded like the ones I hear on podcasts.
Gosh she was really perfect.

I decided to walk up to her and shoot my shot. I hoped she said yes because I was already in love with her.

"Hola hermosa"I flash her a toothy grin.

"Eh?" She replies as she pass me a shy smile.

"It means hello beautiful." I replied as she made an oh sound.

"Hi" she blushed shyly.
"I'm Henry Carson" she smiles "but not related to Dr Carson in any way." I added as she laughed.
Wow I got her to laugh. My ex girlfriend Gina said the line was a wack line. It lacked any sense of humor. Well she lied.

"I'm Cara Clinton but I'm not related to Hilary Clinton, my bad." She giggles as I laughed.

"I saw you looking lovely at those kids." She gives me a 'were you staring at me look.'

"Well I couldn't stop looking at the most beautiful and innocent soul in this place."I take a bow.

"Innocent eh?" She asked.

"Yes you look innocent and you are. I know." She feels shy.

"About the kids, I love kids. I can't help but smile whenever I see them. Last Tuesday I went to an Orphanage to have fun with them."

"You're a Canadian." I tell her.

"Eh? How do you know?" She asked as her eye lit with excitement.

"Your about sounds like aboot, Tuesday sounds like Toozday and your use of eh. Mind you I actually love it. I love Canadian accents."

This time, she blushed furiously as she gave me an approving look.

"You look beautiful in that dress."

"You look skookum" she compliments.

"Skookum?" I asked her confused.

"It's a Canadian slang. It means you look exceptional." She smiles. I guess she felt happy that she was able to teach me something.

"Oh. You're funny eh?" I ask her.

"You're stealing my accent."
We laugh loudly without any care.

Few weeks later, I asked her to be the woman of my dreams and she said yes.
I'm very happy. Today is my happiest day. I didn't believe that she will stay with me. I feared that she might not really the woman of my dreams but she really is.

I took her to my beautiful house downtown and she was awed. Firstly, I showed her my gallery. It contained pictures of beautiful women.

"Who are they?" She asked me as she looks at the pictures.

"Well, they are nobody." I replied with a tone signifying end of conversation. She doesn't push it and I'm glad I chose her.
I showed her my beautiful gardens and she loved it. I showed her my kitchen, she saw my beautiful knife collections. My knives are all pink, her favorite colour.

"You have knives, a lot of it honey, why?" She asked me as she made us coffee.

"Do you like the colour?" I asked her.

"Oh yes I do." She replied as I nodded my head.

"Well I didn't actually think of you when I got the knives. Amanda hated colour pink, Gina puked at the sight of a pink gown I bought for her. You are the only one who loves pink. You are the woman of my dreams." I tell her as she gave me a quizzical look.

"I'm confused." She tells me as she hands me my cup of coffee.

"Well actually I want to use those knives on you." I tell her as she laughs hysterically.
Her derisive Laughter annoys me as I couldn't hold back. I gave her a punch to her face. I guessed I punched too hard. She bleeds furiously from her broken nose.

I look at her as she looked at me terror filled in her eyes.

"Those women in your gallery room..." She moves close to the wall trying to create an edge over us.

"I killed them. Yes I killed them. None could be the woman of my dream. "

"Jesus Christ! You're a psychopath." She tries to run but I pull her by her long hair and slam her hard on the floor. I think I've broken her head as blood flows on the ground.

"You know when I met you, I knew you were the woman of my dreams. I built this house. Painted it pink all through hoping to meet the want of my dreams. None of my numerous women ever liked the room. What did I do to them? I killed them in the most horrible way possible. I made sure they stayed alive for 7 days. 7 days they paid for hating this house. After 7 days, I grant them their wish of killing them. In those 7 days, I break their limps, gourge their eyes.."

"Please stop. Spare me the details. Please" She begged as she cried.

"Oh ok dear. I wouldn't want to hurt you. You are the woman of my dreams." I tell her.

"You've hurt me badly. Look I'm bleeding." She cries harder.

"I swear I never planned for this to be bloody. I only wanted to use a knife of your choice and carve my handsome face on your body. Then we will leave happily ever after. But you provoked me." I said in a sing song manner.

"I hate you." She spits at me and it enrages me the more. I kick her twice in her abdomen and place my leg on her ribs until I heard a cracking sound. Gosh I was too hard on her because she can barely breathe.

"I'm sorry." I apologized as I bent to touch her.
I walk back to the kitchen as I select a beautiful pink knife. That particular one will look good on her.
I return to find her where I left her. Oh yes she is really the woman of my dreams. She didn't attempt to escape.
I tear her gown as I start calling my face on her bare back. She screams and blacks out.

An hour later, I am done. I stare at my beautiful portrait on her bare back. She looks beautiful that way. I touch her and I can still feel a pulse. I know she is going to be alright. I just need to give her the right injection. I should have given her an Anaesthesia to make her unconscious before I started my art. I need to look for a rag to clean up the mess her blood has made.
I didn't wish to hurt my lady like this. She provoked me. I'm sure she will forgive me when she wakes up.

I'm glad.
I met the woman of my dreams.