She's not slim or tall, but her face... is totally... I don't know... flawless? Proportioned?
I'm rather mesmerised.
For a moment I thought she had the most beautiful face I had ever seen.
In my heart I wanted to tell her how beautiful I thought she looked.
When I finally managed to look away, I remembered I felt the same way in February about another girl.
Ah yes. The girl I first met on the day I saw (what was then to me) the most beautiful sunset in my life.
But I remembered that I had made a promise back then to never reward physical beauty again.
So I kept quiet, and watched silently as she got up and alighted from the bus a stop before me.
Want to hear what happened in February?
That was my wife! Dad
ReplyDeleteI was once sitting in a bar in Kentish Town, and a man - who was on his way out: that is essential to the story, in that he was not, repeat NOT trying to pick me up - whispered in my ear that he thought I had the best arse in north London.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how that thought has sustained me through many a long night.
So good on yer, Justin, for your efforts at rewarding physical beauty. Don't give up on them!
But... How do i do that without making girls feel that they must look good to be valued?
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