Recently, I had the pleasure of befriending a young woman from Mongolia. She is singularly, and without question, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have never taken a date to a restaurant who received more looks, discrete and non-discrete, or attempts at service from the wait-staff, as I have seen when we are out and about. Generally speaking, whenever in public, she is an eye magnet attracting glances from all directions.

Your quotes from Secret History: ?€ścapturing especially beautiful girls?€? and ?€ścapturing ladies with beautiful cheeks?€? really gets it to the quick. Her cheekbones were what first seized my breath. They emanate an unobtrusive softness, an aura befitting the most pleasing face resting on the shoulders of a female body.

My guess is that a small bit of Russian/Tartar/Caucasian DNA over the centuries has been the genetic spice which has brought these women the exotic Bordeaux class of beauty they retain.

With dark, alluring eyes, beckoning you into ever deeper mascara laced pools of bliss, the female Mongolian face generates the overwhelming power of the Sirens of whom the ancients wrote. If their secrets are revealed to you, you will surely become as stone.

No man lost in the depths of an ether binge has ever been more helpless than a man caught in the spell of a Mongolian woman. Be careful. You may well leave your wife, your children, your home, and all the possessions of your previous life behind as you, most willingly, place your soul in her hands.

In many wars going in the vanguard,
Capturing especially beautiful girls,
Taking fine palace tents,
We will give them to everyone’s khan, Temujin.
Attacking foreigners,
Capturing ladies with beautiful cheeks,
Driving geldings good at trotting,
We will bring them for you.
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Are you sure you don’t have a ger out there in Itaewon, Robert?