Perfect

There's the couple in my yoga class.
And they are beautiful.

She has loose strawberry blond curls and pale skin. He has clean cut dark hair and a darker complexion. They are both tall, lean, have long legs, and butts to die for (I am stationed behind them). Plus they are experienced yogis so their forms are perfect and their transitions are smooth and graceful. They move in perfect sync.

I remember thinking they probably met in some perfect way. One of their perfect dates was probably at a carnival where he made a perfect pitch and knocked over all the pins to win her a perfect gift. They probably go to fancy dinners where she is wearing a perfect dress that fits her perfect body perfectly and he is donning a perfect suit that slightly shows off his perfect pecs. Then afterward, they probably have perfect sex where the planets seem to align perfectly and all is perfect in the world. After graduation, he will propose with the perfect ring, and they will have a perfect white wedding. They will buy a perfect two story house and, in a perfect year or two, she will pop out beautiful, perfect children.

They are perfect. They are happy.
And they are perfectly disgusting.