...beholder. Which in my tainted version would translate to beauty is what I contemplate on the outside of a person. I come from a family in which two my older brothers and six out of ten of my first cousins are models, so i've been expose to outer beauty my entire life. Since a teen I have always dated beautiful females with perfect bodies and never considered the importance of inner beauty simply because it wasn't something that was important to me and I didn't know any other way to think . I once was told by a long time friend of my mother's named Benjamin Youk that I shouldn't proceed in this form of thinking and that one day im going to fall in love with a girl that I wouldn't consider beautiful but i would find beauty within her soul and natural way of being herself. Well I was trained by my narcissistic family to ignore foolish ironic advice such as that. I couldn't foresee myself in the courting of an ugly female and as a result i would discover exactly what beauty truly was, it was just to typical of a situation to happen to me. That was until I met a female named Mya Barbacheli who I met when I just finished high school and went to spend the summer in my parent's lakehouse located in Lake Como in the amazing country of Italy.
When I first moved into the lake house on Lake Como I thought that I was going to be simply lounging around the house, play table tennis on warm afternoons and courting some of Italians finest ladies at night. Well I got to do exactly what I planned even with access to my dads yacht in which included racing jet skis for high speed cruising around the lake. But unfortunately after coming home over twenty times completely intoxicated from partying and I also broke a chandler on my dads yacht that would cost an estimated fifteen thousand dollars to repair. My incredible summer was ruined by an intense punishment, courtesy of my...
