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Essay / Personal Story: Staying in the Highlands of Scotland
As I approached the small sea cave, I saw a young man coming out of the mouth of the cave. I've always been the friendly So. Cal. surfer guy, so I waved and said "hey man, what's up". He was tall and thin and very well built, with narrow hips and a broad chest. Talk about a six pack, he had an eight pack going, and he took my breath away. Taking my breath away is no small feat, coming from the area I live in. You see rock stars and stunning actors almost daily. He had dark obsidian eyes and black hair that fell to the middle of his back. I thought he must be in a rock band or something. His skin was lightly tanned and wet from swimming in the sea. He had a wonderful smile that showed off his perfect, shiny white teeth. His voice was soft and almost musical when he said "hello" to