Review: Ana Davis

General Details

A goddess. Like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, with an exotic twist. Her body is perfect – fit, shapely, every curve right. Tall, statuesque, smooth olive skin, long, glossy black hair. Exotic Eurasian features you can’t put your finger on – like no-one you’ve seen before, or ever will again. And all wrapped in the peak of fashion – at once effortlessly elegant and sensual.

She turns heads when she walks into a room – her beauty, her height, her style – and is a stunning companion at events – galas, festivals, shows – or just for a leisurely dinner date. She’s comfortable in these settings, naturally classy, and an engaging conversationalist.

That alluring beauty you glimpsed in the Greek islands, striding from an exclusive hotel to her companion on a yacht? That’s her, or might have been.

She has an active international career and travels often, so I try to meet up with her when she’s in town, and we always have plenty to talk about.

That DJ from the festival, the one with all eyes on her as she swept the crowd with music? That’s her, when she’s away.

For all her beauty, she’s chill and down-to-earth, putting you at ease. When we first met, we felt already like old friends, getting to know each other better. She’s so cheerful, so positive – her beaming smile radiating joy.

And then when she unwraps … but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I know now where I’d met her before. In my dreams.

“ATF” doesn’t do her justice – she’s a woman I can scarcely believe actually exists, much less one that I’ve had the good fortune to cross paths with. I’m grateful that I have, and each time we have the pleasure to meet, the hours feel too short, and I look forward to the next time.