Remember back in Jr. High when all the cute boys were described as "fine"?
It was like the ultimate in hotness to be described as FINE! Nothing embodied hotness quite like FINE. Not cute, not handsome, not hot, not sexy, not dreamy...only FINE!
Hypercolor sweatshirt. Oh, that's so FINE!
Pegged acid washed jeans....ultra FINE!
Listens to Nirvana.....triple FINE!
Well, I think my man is pretty fine, too!
I thought that from the first day I ever saw him, and I still think that 7+ years later!