three things
Posted on Fri, January 29 2010 at 6:21 pm
back when i was in my early college years, i was able to distill the three things i needed in a girl for me to start liking her. they were:
1) a cuteness/attractiveness
2) a nice smile
3) a bonding moment
and that was it. if i got those, the ball would start rolling. simple, huh? but what you probably don’t get is that the bar as to what i find cute/attractive is set pretty high. there are many empirically “attractive” women that i am just not attracted to. one of them, for example, is a woman like catherine zeta jones. frankly, she looks flawless and beautiful, but i just don’t feel anything at all when i look at her.
i actually prefer “cute” over “pretty.” now a lot of girls that i’ve heard/read/talked to will have a beef with this. people like k2 and natalie portman, as an example. they ABHOR the word “cute,” saying it’s reserved for puppy dogs and not human beings. i get their point, but my definition of “cute” is that it’s something special, something extraordinary from the regular old standard “pretty.” i’d rather have cute over pretty any day of the week.
i once had a horrible fight with k2 when i told her that she was cute over pretty. VERY BAD IDEA. (what was i thinking?) i mean, she was a high-powered popular cheerleader in high school who went out with the captain of the football team, so i could imagine that people had been telling her that she was pretty or even hot all her life. so in her mind, cute was a pretty drastic downgrade, i bet. as you could imagine, she pretty much had a nuclear meltdown in front of my very eyes. and even with my high praise and transcendental regard for the word “cute,” i just could not win the argument. yeah, i lost pretty badly. so the lesson learned here is that i don’t think i’ll ever, EVER, use the word “cute” to describe a girl to her face again.
i used to believe that everybody in the world starts bisexual, and we make a decision when we grow up. i don’t know if i still believe that, but what i do know is that i am a staunch heterosexual. i love women too much. i think everything about an attractive woman turns me on: her hair, her face, the softness of her lips, the depth of her eyes, the chewiness of her earlobes, the back of her neck, and that’s just the part of her body above her shoulders. don’t even get me started on the breasts, butt, clitoris, legs, fingers, etc. there is so much physical beauty in a woman.
and then there is a woman’s personality. the whimsicality, the sassiness, the spunkiness. of course, not all women are like that, but that’s the kind of woman that i am looking for. i can’t say that i totally understand women, and i probably never will. but i have accepted to take what a woman gives me, and sometimes i will even relent to her seeming irrational behavior. it’s just the way she is. it’s something to behold. it reminds me of one of my favorite songs, “she’s always a woman to me” by billy joel.
anyways, women are beautiful. but sometimes i am afraid of what happens when i touch that beauty, get involved with it, mingle with it. does the beauty get tarnished, tainted? we fight, we make compromises, we lose our ideals, we get tired of each other, we grow old and weary. or maybe that’s just the way life is, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. otherwise, we’d just live life alone, in constant solitude. maybe our own natural purity is meant to be intertwined with another entity and set off to evolve together.
who is best for us? someone like us? someone that is opposite from us? someone who is a mixture of both? you always hear of someone saying such things as “oh, she’s totally your type!” well, what *is* your type? in those cases, more often than not, it’s a person who shares similar interests, right?
once, one of my friend’s friends told a girl, “you’re so similar to me that if we had sex, it’d be like masturbating.” ha! that made me smile.
but in all seriousness, i think i’d like to be with someone who has a similar background/history as me, but who can also bring something new to the table. life is all about growing and expanding one’s horizons. i am a staunch believer that one of life’s purposes is to create memories through time. otherwise, life will become stagnant.
this past week has been quite a memorable one for me. it culminated in an event last night that was full of nervousness, anticipation, execution, enjoyment, release, and finally, afterglow. i think i’m still recovering. (no, i didn’t hook up with anyone.)
ok, i think this has been the least random/most semi-coherent blog post i have written in years. in any case, have a STUPENDOUS weekend, darlings.
