Perfect
Her name's Esme. She was blonde, racked, and she was clearly trying to get you to take her home. You couldn't though. When you looked into her brown eyes, you couldn't pretend. You would not make the mistake of confusing another girl with Izzie. Not when you lived with her. You had a rule against blondes.
Blondes made things fuzzy in the moment. They made it easy to forget their names.
Which is why you'd taken a liking to Angelica, who was dark, slender, and had absolutely no mouth-watering curves.
She was nothing you'd attach yourself to. She's perfect.