That Amazonian beast with her legs that are about as long as my entire body and her perfect... well perfect everything really really must be every mans dream. I was reading a newspaper article today (news must be slow for this one to make it in there but that is another story) and it was all about Giselle's husband's "love child". Oooh-la-la.
Basically she found out a few months into her relationship with her now-husband that his exgirlfriend was pregnant with his baby. Giselle went on to marry this fellow and she says of this "love child" that "I understand that he has a mum, and I respect that, but to me it's not like because somebody else delivered him, that's not my child. I feel it is, 100 per cent. "I want him to have a great relationship with his mum, because that's important, but I love him the same way as if he were mine. "All this was a blessing. It made me feel more in love with Tom, it made me realise who he was."
So there you go. Not many women I know would sing that tune, I certainly wouldn't. AND she looks like this AND she will wash your car:
And I thought I was quite a catch making my husband a cheese and tomato sandwich on demand.