5 posts tagged “beauty's in the eye of the beholder”
and yet I receive two compliments on the way to work. the world works in mysterious ways. not that I'm complaining but I still don't get it.
I am writing to you now less hairy than I was yesterday. I went in for a wax. A different girl serviced me. She was pretty but an inch thick foundation worked hard to hide her obvious flaws. This comforted me; proving imperfect beauty exists. I like that. I'm in that club . . . I think.
No real conversation. Just a bit of weather talk here and there. Because my pubes are straight she was curious as to my ethnicity. Turns out Asian hair comes out the cleanest, but regardless of this fact it still hurts like a motherfucker.
Why do I do this?
Simple.
I am vain.
Darling-dear isn't a fan of the full Brazilian so just my bikini this time -- I'm sure he'll be more than happy with my little triangle. The X loved the smoothness. However, the prepubescent look does not please my curremt honey. I really like that boyfriend prefers a more mature look for my Australia.
Legs tonight.
After every lunch I absolutely need some kind of desert. Something sweet to wet my whistle and keep me functioning. (It's almost scary how deperately I need this sugar -- I would kill, no joke.) So before I spend over a dollar for a can of Coke I thought I'd take the time to fill ya'll in on some fun happenings in my world. Tonight is phase one of naked mole rat. I will be paying someone to wax the goods for my darling-dear's and everyone else's benefit. (Being in a bikini is not as sexy when your bush is busting from the seems, literally.)
Other than that this week blows.
Later,
mJ
I know I'm not a cow. I am relatively attractive but I get the feeling sometimes my glasses hinder this. However, I am aware that they tend to filter out the more shallow of the bunch. The kind of guys who like me do so knowing up front I'm nearsighted and am not afraid to hide it.
Since getting contacts again I've noticed a subtle change. While cruising around Union Square, last Friday with Li I found that we were getting a lot of attention. I was accosted while walking back solo. I couldn't really understand where all this street love was coming from seeing as to how I was fully covered (jeans and a cami layered under a t-shirt). Usually to get so many hoots and hollers I have to be wearing something skimpy and on the verge of scandalous.
The final straw came during a train ride to pick up my boyfriend. A reasonably good looking (quirky and somewhat short) guy invited me to visit the bar he works. He left the train a stop early just to give me the address and his contact info. He insisted he wasn't stalking me and I believed him. Even if he did follow me all the way to boyfriend's building I'm more than sure he would've gotten his ass kicked. No worries.
More research must be done. I have to know how much wearing glasses factor into my overall ability to attract the opposite sex. Curious minds want to know.
There's something to say about a guy who likes to put his girl on display. Just yesterday I left for work in a charcoal mini, black boots, black tights, and a black satin blouse. He not only helped me pick out the outfit but he also paid for it (minus the boots and tights). I got the usual hoots and hollers and some stalker action. It was an eventful day in the clothes of a hooker.
Walking down the sidewalk together one evening a random dude with dreadlocks yelled at him with a grin: "Aren't you the lucky rascal, you!" We laughed about it and I still bring it up from time to time as a joke, but he never once denied it's validity. It's a good feeling to feel like one half of a relationship. There are moments where one feels more like a tumor than another half. Luckily neither one of us can claim to feel this way. He's the smarter, older, man dating a fun twenty-something. Even though our relationship isn't as shallow as I've just described it's easy for everyone to see it that way. There is a significant age gap. And J said it best when she called me his "little red Corvette."
But, hey, I'll take it. I'm going to embrace my youth while the gettin' is good.
. . . good thing I have a good personality too or else I'd be screwed.
