Abigail saw the new message, and she felt her heart begin to race when she saw the response that was given to her. Crimson flushed throughout her cheeks as she felt her hands beginning to tremble with nervousness. He really thought she was beautiful? She hadn't ever heard anyone call her beautiful other than her father. She began typing out a reply, not even thinking. She was letting her heart do the talking instead of the mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Really? Wow... thank you so much. You're the only other person besides my father to tell me that. I'm truly at a loss for words...and that horse in the picture is Devon. He's a real sweetie and I'm the only one who can be around him. He attacks and charges at anyone else who gets near him, so in a way, he sees me as his mother? lol. But yeah, I think after I graduate, I'll shift my priorities into the dating world for a small while. I've spent many years in school, and the last few in college. I know marriages aren't perfect, but I'd like to find the one who is perfect for me, and then have a few children...with some pets. Hey, I personally don't think napping is a bad thing... I mean, I'm the one envious of your napping skills here! lol. Also, the cleaning thing isn't exactly a bad turnoff. I think there's more to it then whether or not a man wants to clean or if he isn't physically able to clean. As long as the man took out the trash once a week, I'd be content with doing the rest. Too many bad incidents with trash cans. ^^;; I'm weird, I know.</span><br/><br/>As the reply was sent, she finished drinking her can of Dr. Pepper. She set the laptop down, and tossed the aluminum can into the plastic bag that she used to take all her empty cans to the recycling plant.