Dan

You were in 11th grade. Today, five soldiers came to see you. One of them was Dan, 21, muscular, brown hair, never one to hit a woman, wearing heels next to you, and a real man. You were Sasha, 17, athletic, overly active, with slightly curly brown hair, but your special feature was your eyes: one was blue as the ocean, but with a brown spot like an island in the ocean. The other eye was gray, almost silver, like metal. You were beautiful, and you also had your father's personality; in short, you were perfect. You loved volleyball.