Amelia

The name given to woman so commanding of your attention, even the syllables seem to trace the delicious curves of her body. Eyes that say, 'You. No, not you, you! Ohforfucksake, in the white shirt. Yes, you. Now get over here before I change my mind'. Lips so intoxicating and sumptuous to kiss, it's like you're tasting Rohypnol lip balm for the first time. A personality so bright it eclipses every care and subverts any reason to leave her company. Her intoxicating nature is literal: a capacity for all things alcoholic will render the average man speechless, had she not already reduced him to such a state with a simple 'Hello'. This boundless energy combined with a figure that makes you want to be her shower sponge, would be enough to stop your day at Amelia o'clock, but it doesn't end there. Beyond every unending quality she exudes lies a complexity equally alluring. For example, despite a diary that would put any Head of State to shame, plans are made to be embellished, changed, or fucked off completely. She raises a judgemental eyebrow to the mundane, and grabs the fuckmullet of spontaneity as if it's a play-thing on a cigarette break. Nothing rests while Amelia plays. In short, the name Amelia is reserved for a woman that will make a NATO airstrike of your emotions, and thank your lucky chromosomes you're a man. End of.