I have fallen head-over-heels in love with an afflicted female called Agnes. She smells of chewing gum and Irn Bru.
As I entered the reception area of the plushest bank in town, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the prettiest girl in all of Scotland sitting at the desk. Her brown curly locks perfectly framed her pale white profile. Over come with such beauty, I simply couldn’t help myself, and gave Agnes a friendly grin. But Agnes completely ignored me and continued to manicure her nails. Undaunted by her apathy, I walked slowly up to her desk, lowered my head to her eye level and gave her one of my bestest smiles. But still Agnes didn’t notice me.
[I think the poor thing is blind]