My name is Lizzy and I bake cupcakes. That you know. But here’s something you may not know…
I melt into a puddle whenever a man with a pair of brown eyes even glances at me. Brown eyes are just so cozy and warm that I forget how to talk and I tend to make a complete fool of myself whenever they’re around. I’ve walked into doors, dropped bowls of food on myself, tripped and fallen on my face when a handsome 6’3” man with brown eyes looks my way. And if he has brown hair to match? Oh wow, don’t even get me started on the amount of men with that combo that think I’m a clutz, ditz and a fool.
I always tend to scoff at blonde-haired and blue-eyed boys who look more like they belong on a beach than in the library. But you know what, sometimes (twice) it’s just that combo that stops me in my tracks and makes me rethink my whole brown-eye love.
Here’s to opposites attracting and taking a second look.[end-story]