You've
all seen it. Pretty girls who have that political capital to make
doors open, or at least to have them held open for
them. Along with that, they have that ability to charm which is
learned at a young age. Most girls are either wired with that at
birth or come to learn that quick, usually by kindergarten. So take
your pretty girl and have her flash an attentive look at someone,
with a mile wide smile and all of a sudden she gets the
date/job/lower interest rate loan while the rest of the girls are
relegated back to the pig wallow to claw and fight for the rest of
the scraps.
My
Dad once opined to my Mom that women who didn't marry by 30 were
losers. For men, he said if a guy didn't “make it” by 40,
he was a loser. I didn't understand this till
years later when I saw a few girls, who were pressing 30, freak out
and got married, pregnant and acquired that 30 year mortgage. For
guys, it was more of a rusting that occurred over 40 if they didn't
have either the cash and/or career success. By the time they hit 45
and if they were still doing menial labor, everyone around them
quietly adjudged them failures.
“Holy
Shit Dad! You were right! I get it now!” Your pretty girls married
way prior to 30, scoring the best guy they could and retired early as
that old Janis Ian song goes.
**
Chellos
is a a decent restaurant in only that their food has an amazing
consistent quality. Their burgers taste the same as they did when I
was five years old and for me, it holds a nostalgic quality. It's
also a nice place to go if I'm too lazy to cook something decent for
myself. I'll cook off a gallon sized pot luck, last-for-three-days
kinda meal and I get bored with that eventually.
So,
there I am at the bar at the East Providence Chello's on Newport Ave
munching away on steak fries when I hear a familiar voice. I lean
over to peer around the beer taps and I see her, Natalie. I don't say
anything nor try to alert her to my presence and honestly, it's been
so many decades now that both of us would have to do some mental
detective work to rekindle those memories. I continue to munch away
as I spied.
Natalie
was a real Prom Queen of the East Providence High school back then.
We had come to know her when some EP kids would come by Slater Park
to hang out. Of course, all the guys would be entranced by her looks.
It's too bad you girls can't sense what we guys feel when we see a
very beautiful girl. It's hard to put into words. You'd be surprised
at it and then understand why some of us actually sigh when we see
it. We don't control that reaction either, it comes up from out of
nowhere in us.
Anyways,
Natalie, as a teen, looked like a slightly, just slightly ugly
version of Helena Bonham Cater when she was young.
But
not anymore. Years have passed. Her beauty had a “sell by date”
and I was close enough to see life had etched it's abuse on her face.
That's the way time works. Fresh leather car seats turn to creases in
time and so does everything else. When Natalie got up to steal a set
plate from a neighboring table, she had packed on 50 or so more
pounds from what I could see. From what I know and heard over time
and it's decent intelligence (gossip), she had married, had a son,
divorced, married again and divorced again. She was still fixing hair
at various salons in EP and Seekonk for a living.
I
wasn't surprised by that at all, not at my age. Everyone I know at
this age has porked out, lost hair, gone gray, divorced, blown
through relationship after relationship, lost their perky titties or
that figure. That's age. That's how things go.
But
what did surprise me was that she was still “holding court.” She
was at the end of that bar with four other girls and directing it
all. The conversation, commenting on the food and leading the pack of
girls there as any alpha cheerleader would. The restaurant is also a
stop for EP cops and when a couple came in, Natalie gets off the
stool in excitement, with a bit of a shrill scream, to greet them and
shepherd them to her gaggle who's at that end of the bar. Again, she
directs all the action that's happening now.
“Wow..You're
still at it!” I think. “Still trying to control it all. You're
still 18 and Prom Queen.”
Age
is hard on women. For us guys, it' isn't illegal to age. We get
“distinguished.” We can get away with dating some girl half our
age if we had the chops to pull it off. Our pressures are different
and like I said, it's money/power that we're measured by. Do I
honestly believe that? No. We're all worthy in our own right by
whatever positive traits we own. But you know how society is, how
people are. We tend to glorify beauty or power.
You
see...we never leave high school, we never graduate...it repeats!
And
women are held to a standard of beauty that is taken away, sooo
slowly, with time. I've seen many times where a guy's initial
attention is drawn away from the 40 year old women he's talking to,
to the college girl who happens to be in close proximity. At work
one time, where we used to go out back and smoke cigs or take a
break, I watched a woman from the business office just glare and I
mean glare, at the 18 year old hot and tight diet aid who was wearing
yoga pants. I sat there and watched. I read her face and on it was
written jealousy raised to the 100th power.
This
same diet aid complained of being sick of guys who constantly hit her
up too. Our 40+ business office women nearly burst out of her skin
when she heard that. It wasn't said intentionally either, this pretty
teen girl who hadn't the experience to deal with it, had a hard time
with all that attention.
**
So
there was Natalie in Chello's. I guess losing your crown due to aging
isn't fun and you clutch and grasp to keep it there, or at least
replay your past as you knew it, to this day. The script she played
and acted worked so well then, why give it up? It brought happiness.
I
finished my burger, paid the bill and left. Going out the door I
nearly stumbled on the steps going down due to my ever present
kluztiness. A young waitress stationed near the door, the greeter,
rushed towards me then stopped when she realized I had regained my
footing.
“I”m
fine” I say.
“Oh..I
was scared for a moment...I thought...but your OK!” she said,
trailing off.
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