Can you describe to me, the most beautiful/glorious girl you have ever met or seen?

Question

I mean in everyday life, not on film or in magazines. What did she look like? Did she have any distinctive features? What was her personality like? Where did you meet or see her?

I don't just mean physical beauty, hence why I also asked what her personality is like. You can also include details of more intangible and 'visceral' beauty

Answer 1

I was in Los Angeles on a holiday and I met this drop dead gorgeous French girl from Bordeaux. She was wearing a black vest and this pink sarong around her lovely tanned legs. She had blonde hair and these huge dark brown eyes. I blew it when I met her and I've regretted it ever since. If you're reading this, gorgeous French girl from Bordeaux, get in touch...ha ha. I can dream!

Answer 2

What are u talking about??Can girls answer as well. Who cares answering anyway!! But I'm describing a the most "beautiful/glorious" boy that i have met..

He had green emerald eyes, nice teeth, easy-going, clever and funny.



But then i woke up.


Face it no ones like this in real life if they are, then they have had plastic surgery or are acting fake. No one can look that great and still be a nice person, same way as no one can have a brilliant personality and look brilliant. This is the real world were living in. Face it.

Answer 3

It started with the eyes. She's has those kind of eyes that can look right through the bullshit, to the good in me. 20% angel, 80% devil. Down to earth. Ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails. Soz when describing this girl, I need atleast a limit of 50 words. Not even words can describe this.

Answer 4

In the late 60's I was an inpatient in St Thomas's Hospital where I was kept (almost as if I were on holiday!) for some 6 weeks for some almost relative 'minor' orthopaedic procedures.

I was in my late teens and this Staff nurse was somewhere in her early twenties ....and she explained that she was 'leaving nursing soon to go to university to train to become a social worker.'

I was then a naive ignorant innocent who looked upon her with an empty brain and an inability to either breath or to speak properly ~ mainly due to her looks having sucked away any ability I'd had till then.

She was 'blonde,' and I don't just mean 'blonde,' but I'm meaning "BLONDE" where her hair 'sparkled' BLONDE. The very tips of her hair was like those fibre optics which emits light at the tip.

I saw her once, where her hair was undone, on duty it had to be 'fixed' back so as to not get in the way etc, and I so did want to touch that thick rich beautiful hair ....though I'd have actually been afraid to ~ ‘spoil it’ with my touch.

She had blue eyes, light blue eyes set under a brow of loveliness ~ where eyebrows seem to have flowed. She had a delicate bridge to her nose that was exquisite and was balance between two symmetric cheekbones that had to have been placed there by some master of design. And, as for her mouth, it was set above a chin that looked as if it were itself there to be kissed. And her mouth was delicate, slim and finely chiselled.

Her body ....was hidden by the light blue narrow candy-stripe uniform and the starched white bibbed apron that was held in place by a broad red belt (signifying her status). But, I'd describe her as 'slim' and well proportioned in her body balance.

'Legs'...! Oh yes, two, with slim ankles and shapely legs that 'were encased' in black stockings (this was pre-tights as part of a 'uniform') that had a 'darkness' about them but with that sort of 'mistiness' where the skin colour glows through from beneath.

For some time she was the my masturbation basis ~ founded on the desire to make-love to her beauteous self - her beauty - her loveliness, to share in it - to be allowed to touch - to taste such glowing simplicity etc etc etc.


On the other hand, years later, I met a French girl who worked in the hospital where I was employed, and her dark beauty, the brownness of her hair an eyes, her figure ~ all intoxicated me.
I really wanted to know her, but she was so shy and I felt afraid that if I were to attempt to peruse her, I’d damage it, her in some way. Only on reflection some years later, I had the idea (a realisation) that I’d simply failed to follow up signs I was given to actually go someway towards what I wanted to do.


I’ve met Latin girls, Japanese girls, Scandinavians and Eurasian ones who have again, taken my breath away with their beauty …and all but had me cry in my frustrations about this, my situation.

Sash.

Answer 5

sure...i seen this woman at Starbucks ,about 5'4 115 pounds, in a black suit with a white blouse under it and she had the collar to the blouse over her jacket..it was thin,silky and i could see the lace from her slip thru the blouse...she was blonde and had the cutest bangs, brown eyes......she had on black patent leather heels and i could see the top of her stocking and garter belt when she sat down....i thought i dided and went to heaven

Answer 6

Yes, she had gorgeous dark hair and cute dimples and weighed in at 7lb 5oz.
My daughter when she was born

PS; she still has those features but is 21years old now and a mummy herself

Answer 7

why dont you just go and look your self ,sit in the mall there are all sorts of beautiful girls ,who is to say only one type of beauty is out there ,,,we are all beautiful in different ways ,,it could be looks it couldcome from the heart ,,,look for beauty in the person ,not in the looks ,,,what i feel looks beautiful could make you feel sick,,,and visa versa,,,real beauty is in the nature of a person ,,,

Answer 8

Someone cheerful with a nice smile & soft shiny hair..

Answer 9

Theres one girl..... skin tingles, can't think, and i can't breathe when we meet. She's too good. I daren't describe her for fear of passing out with euphoria.

Answer 10

I look in the mirror and I see that person.

Ha ha.