English 1210
17 February 2014
Enchantment Recaptured Assuming her role as Hana in ‘The English Patient,’ Juliette Binoche mentions that “attraction is beyond our will or ideas sometimes,” which is an absolute certainty when considering a love affair between two people who, for extraordinary reasons, will be physically attracted to one another. Such is the account of one woman who eyed a man unlike any other who had piqued her interest in the past. He was someone that after only a quick glance she would become completely enamored with, and he would soon be to her who Romeo once was to Juliet; a lover of a lifetime. She was enthralled first by his purely powerful physical form, and then his strong, rugged, yet pleasant visage, later harmonized by his charisma and captivating presence; it was that supreme image of him which would seize her breath at the moment of their encounter.
Her beau had a body which could have been compared to that of a downtown high rise; tall, rock-solid, and built to endure the elements. He was said to have inherited his gift of prominent height and large stature from his forefathers; all of whom were laborers of some sort. As a master of construction, often exerting his entire body in daily work activities, the man’s muscles were increasingly pronounced at the small of his back, extending to the top of his broad shoulders and down to the front of his fuzzy, unshaven chest. Just below his chin, and travelling from his biceps down to the fists of his gigantic hands were veins that protruded like that of a professional body-builder. He donned herculean legs and calves of which looked carved from wood, and could indefinitely put even the most physically fit man to shame. Though incredibly strong, he had a calm demeanor in the way he walked into a room; effortlessly confident. Without a doubt, he was visibly muscular and toned, yet he often attempted to conceal his tummy as he was a lover of fatty foods and decadent brews. Nevertheless, his trivial insecurities were not enough to keep the woman from his sights, for she was most obviously intrigued by much more than what his body exposed.
This man who had casually crossed her path was not only a powerhouse of a body, but also possessed distinguished facial attributes that could not unglue her eyes from him. He donned a well-groomed five-o’clock-shadow which buried a few surface scars and injuries. Like his salt and pepper colored beard, his haircut was short, refined, and mostly chestnut brown with a few strands of grey. Even from a distance she could trace his strikingly sharp jaw-line, and it was as if his small nose, ears and cheekbones were designed and sculptured for him specifically and perfectly like an old Roman statue. His lips were a pale pink against his creamy, tanned skin-tone with his bottom lip a bit larger than his top. It was only when he smiled at the woman that he exposed his flawless ivories, in which his tongue would slip through slightly as if to suggest to her that something had amused him. Finally, he held his stare allowing her the opportunity to look into his eyes; big, almond-shaped and brown with thick, long lashes lining his eyelids, and looking as though they could almost touch his bushy, but prim eyebrows. He was on his way to her like a competitor for his prize.
She waited all night for the moment to become familiar with the man who stole her sight, and in what seemed like eternity, he appeared before her. The man had finally broken the silence between them and introduced himself. As she stepped forward lending her nervous palm in pursuance to a friendly hand-shake, the tall, handsome man stopped her hand only to request of her a hug instead. As he reached forward to pull her in towards him, she savored the discovery of his expensive cologne and could not help but notice the way he clutched her close to him as if he had known her all of his life. It was then that he revealed his own hopes for her to become aware of his presence that evening, and that he was not sure of himself when considering how young and beautiful the woman was; he perceived himself to be the Beast to her Beauty.
She was not sure of what she wanted, or what type of man she was interested in prior to the evening in which she landed eyes on the man of her dreams. She did not know a man of his stature would strike her fancy. There was not only one particular thing about the man that attracted her, but a combination of his physical masculinity, his distinct facial structure and expressions, along with an unsurpassed confidence and ambition to get the girl that together opened her eyes to him. Although he was well beyond her will and ideas in the past, she chose him for her future.