There are girls who fall on the Earth
beautiful. Everything is proportionate and symmetrical. They are the
“right” height, weight and fit right into the current cultural
idea of beauty without trying the slightness bit. They could eat a
whole greasy pepperoni pizza, chug it down with beer and perhaps gain
one ounce. Other girls hate their guts to no end.
There was one girl I knew who had the
interesting breeding of Greek, Indian and perhaps a bit of French in
her. This mix worked itself out rather well in that it made her look
unique. Her sister didn't have the same luck of winning the DNA bingo
game but this one sure did.
When I used to belong to a gym I would
see two types of young, 20-something women. One was the sweat pants
clad type who came in, worked their ass off and sweated up a storm
along with any other guy there. She was there to stay fit. The other
was the drop dead gorgeous ones who dressed in the latest workout
gear and go to the gym to do what? Lose weight? No, they had little
reason to be there in the first place. It looked as if they were
making an “appearance” because that's what you do.
So I knew this cutie and another (not that kind of drop-dead cute), who, for a while would go work out together. The
work-out girl wore her lousiest clothing while the cutie wore black
yoga pants and a loud florescent purple/black shirt that form fit
well. That fit in well with her black, shoulder length hair that
spilled down straight her back. She had these nearly black brown eyes
that could affix you to the wall.
After about ten minutes, the cutie
complains, “Why are they all staring at me?”
Every guy in the gym spotted this one and couldn't help but look.
“What?” says workout girl.
“Them! I can't exercise with them
looking!”
“Well...look at what your
wearing...of course they're gonna look.”
“Ugh, it's sickening.” says cutie.
Workout girl then says, “Could you
give me some of that 'sickening'...if you don't want it?'”
**
“Do you know what it's like when
every guy you pass, in the street, store or wherever walks all over
your body with their eyes?” cutie asked me once.
“Nope...I have no clue. Don't you
like the attention? I say
“Ugh...not ALL the time!” she
complains.
I'm standing there, trying to listen as
well as I can and mentally undressing her too. I was no different.
She had that look so few are ever born with. I was as guilty as
every other male that ogled her. Prior to this moment, I had no idea
how she really felt about it all.
“Sometimes I wish I were 12 again,
skinny, gangly and a goofball. No boy gave a crap about me and it
wasn't until I got hips and breasts...everything changed then. All
the boys I once knew who were cool...changed in their way with me.
The whole world was flipped upside down.”
I tell her some girls would love to
have 10% of what she had. She responded with a “Well, I wish I
could give it to them...I hate having to block every guy that comes
onto me, even when they don't come on to me, they are, they change
their demeanor once they talk to me...even you, you know.”
The only other time I heard of this was
a girl I knew in my 20's, who was a Barbie Look-alike. She looked
good even if you threw her into a mudhole. She came from “some”
money to an Italian family in Warwick and was hated because of this
too. I can remember her too complaining about having to spar with
every guy that she came across. One time when she came to work in a tee shirt that said:
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
I told her I thought it
funny. She said she wore it everywhere, and also at the beach. She
meant it too.
Today, she's 46 and has
since lost that kittenish look. She says she doesn't regret
it all. “Now, being a bit overweight and having crow's
feet....guys treat me normally. When I was 20...leaving the house was like walking into battle. Back then it was so hard trying to
pick out the right guy from ALL of them that came at me...I picked a
lot of wrong ones too. Had the choices been fewer...” You could
see on her face wondering about it, if she had less to pick from.
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