~~Parody of the Joe Millionaire Reality Show~~
Quinn, Jane, Jodie, Brittany, and Daria stood quietly in front of the
butler; each one waiting and wondering who would be picked. Only one
this time, the remaining four would be told to pack up and leave the
estate as soon as the decision was made. A tall, handsome man stood
ambiguously in the doorway. There were originally ten women vying for
his affection, now with only half remaining, the man was very anxious.
He had to choose only one? How could he?
Quinn was definitely the beauty of the bunch; all of that bouncy red
hair swimming gently around her shoulders, covering her back where the
slinky pink dress didn't. Her eyes enveloped him in a kind of misty
pink champagne intoxication. She was only in it for the money, he knew
from her approach and reactions on their dates, but with a body like
that he could forgive her.
Jane, quirky Jane, with her devil may care attitude towards life,
captured his interest on their first date when she made origami swans
out of their dinner napkins and started a food fight with their sushi,
claiming she was "setting them free." She stood there now smirking at
him in her black leather skirt, red sequined top, and heels that made
her legs look even longer. She was his wildcat.
Jodie stood beside Jane, an amalgam of statuesque, beauty, and
brains. Her intelligence amazed him, and her refinement was so strong
even a king would feel no shame at taking her for a bride. They had
spent most of their dates hobnobbing with prominent politicians and
discussing the state of the environment as well as concerns for the
homeless and how to help society become a better place to live for
everyone. Tonight she looked ravishing in her lemon chiffon gown which
rippled to the floor. Her raven hair swept up in a beautiful French
twist, a few tendrils framing her face.
Brittany, who normally could be found with her silky blonde hair up in
pigtails, had let it down tonight. He actually liked it much better
that way, and he intended to tell her that. She absently twirled her
finger in a lock of hair as she smiled sweetly at him. Her gown
revealed little, leaving a lot to his imagination, curving down her
body in bold red, a color she wore very well. Her personality, however,
contrasted the bold red color, with a sweet innocent type appeal. They
had the most wonderful time walking hand in hand and enjoying picnics
in the park. She even loved football, which to him was a definite plus.
Then, finally, there was Daria. What could he say about her? She
was attractive in her own way, her chocolate brown hair always simply
styled and her dark eyes revealing the many depths within them. Her
gown was a stunning hunter green strapless, flowing down past her
thighs and accentuating her small curvy bosom. He noticed she had
chosen to still wear her army styled boots, which caused him to grin
wide. Always sensible, he thought. He never understood heels anyways;
why women would put themselves to all that torture just for a man was
beyond him. He loved that she was so different, and proud to stand out.
She had been honest with him from the start, explaining she was only
here because Jane had thought she needed an adventure and how she
didn't care about money or fame. He had asked her if she cared about
romance and she had looked past him, as if at some point in her life
she had, but she said nothing. She was a mystery to him, and he wanted
to solve it.
He had thought this decision would be an easy one, but he had
struggled with it all night. Just one...Just one....He found it
extremely hard to bare the burden of this choice, this finality. How
could he choose when each one had something he adored? He watched them
with careful eyes as he approached with the last diamond necklace. He
smiled as he walked by each one, watching how they smiled back, and
trying to decide who the final necklace, and his heart, would belong
to. Slowly he stopped, and held the necklace out to her. She began to
cry and as tears rolled down her face she kissed him and he felt he had
made the right decision. He loved her, and he hoped she loved him just
as much. Time would tell, after all, it was a tv show first, a match
made in front of an audience of millions. There was no telling for sure
if her feelings would be genuine, but he sincerely hoped they were, for
his sake. Millions at home began to react, some with joy, some
disappointed, but all of them entertained.
Who did he choose? I'll leave that up to your imagination. With a
decision like that weighing on my mind, I'd find it difficult to make
the choice myself. hehehe.