A “Haley” is a woman of exceptional beauty, both inside and out. She is a tall drink of water, perched on endless legs with a supermodel body and hot, Eurochick looks. Sharp-featured and sharp-witted. A remarkable combination of angles and curves that pleases the eye in the same way that the infamous Golden Mean excites and calms. Exercise caution in her presence: The oceans of her blue eyes have sucked down better men than you. Her pale skin is smooth as alabaster, milky-white in its unsullied condition, muscles giving shape and form throughout. Her blonde hair drifts in light breezes and rewards anyone lucky enough to touch it with a laquer paintbrush richness and depth. In her hands and feet reside the magic of graceful movement, granted by lovely structure and length. Most astonishing though, is her loving spirit that sends out its own radar and bounces back to her, magnified and informative. Her soul is on free flight. Her love is powerful and unafraid. She will change your perception of yourself and everything around you. She is not for the feint of heart. Heaven forbid she ever smiles at you; once bitten, forever smitten. And should you delight in the sound of her laughter, you’d do well to remember the Sirens of ancient Greece who called many a man to shipwreck.
If you ever love a haley–and are loved back by one–consider yourself the luckiest person in the universe.