Because this was too long for twitter
Within the smoking ruins of Keister Castle, Princess Gwendolyn stared in horror at the limp form of the loyal Centaur who died defending her very honor; “You may force me to wed,” she cried at the leering and victorious Goblin King, “but you’ll never be half the man he was.” - Terri Daniel (Seattle, WA)
As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that this would be the one man who would understand-who would take her away from all this-and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud honking noise, as all the others had. - Ali Kawashima (Greensboro, NC)
She gazed smolderingly at the mysterious rider, his body cloaked in enough shining black leather to outfit an Italian furniture store, wrapped so tightly each muscle stood out like a flamboyant Mexican hairdresser at an Alabamian monster truck rally; and he met her gaze with an intensity that couldn't have been matched by even a starving junkyard dog in the meat aisle of a suburban supermarket. - Chris Kemp (Annapolis, MD) [Oh Anzi, Mr. Matenrou-handsome-Opera. Why does this remind me of you?]
Maybe because you look like those men who would be fit to grace the cover of Renaissance romance novels?
[EDIT] "There are so many girls but Anzi sees only you!" [/EDIT because i just had to lol]