For as long as I can remember there has only ever been one man for me.
Step forward, David Beckham.
The man is perfection personified. A god in my eyes, future husband in my mind... (he just hasn't met me yet!). I have stuck by his dodgy hair-do's and fashion choices - even that sarong - and shunned any infidelity rumours.
And now, on 24th August 2011, I choose to put this photo down to a bad angle, lousy camera and unfortunate lighting....