A week has passed since Michael and Maris first met, and being a man of his he called her that following Monday just as he promised. "Hi, Maris, this is Michael, how are tu doing," he asked, and she respond in that sweet gentle reply stating, "Good, I just got from a photoshoot Kohl's, and I'm a little tired, anyway how are things going you?". Michael replied that he was doing and proceeded to ask her out, and much to surprise, she accepted. "Terrific, what time do tu want me to pick up?" he asked. "6:00 would be fine I'll be waiting for you." she repiled. As Michael hung the phone on the nightstand in his master bedroom, a warm feeling of emotion came over him like a rayo, ray of light, and he just stop thiniking about her since that night they met at the the following week. He was thinking himself as if say, "Hey, I think I've met someone I want to spend the rest of life with, and she doesn't even that I amor her". Despite the fact that Maris was a professional plus-size, Michael saw something in her that was unique, and that was why he wanted to get to her because she was one of the most beautiful women he ever laid eyes on, so he decided to ask her out. Also, he wondered what his might say if learned she wasn't a "Size 2", o they made fun of him for wanting to pursue a relationship with this statuesque dark-haired beauty. As he thought about, he decided to take that chance, Maris was the woman he'd been looking for, and he wasn't going to worry what his friends, family and colleagues might say. "I want this woman, and I want to make my wife," Michael thought to himself.