An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 16, January 16, 2012
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I was with my beauty (aka wife) in a sexy shoe store recently, a mandatory place to be if your beauty is a Latina. On the wall I saw a phrase from a famous fashion designer (I’m sorry but I forget which designer), and I really loved it. Here is what it said:
By Day a Woman. By Night A Work Of Art
Well, Mr. fashion designer, I wholly agree with you, even if I would feed some cookies and chocolate to your nocturnal art to cushy her skinny frame up a bit. Actually, we are all works of art, day and night, and each sculpture has its admirers. I am actually a devout admirer of the girl variety. I definitely am known to also notice the boy sculptures, but usually the remarkable ones for one reason or another. When it comes to girls, the world is my she gallery. Contrary to my fellow admirer who especially likes twiggy-lanky girls at night that you need a foot stool to kiss, I like admiring ALL girls both day and night. I collect glances at “her” for differing reasons, and I keep the memory of these glances in the gallery in my heart.
In my stunning gallery of memories of girls, I have a section for all kinds of exquisite snapshots, meaning every facet of her. I have yet to behold a “her” that I can’t find something remarkable about for my museum. The French have gourmets, (quality over quantity) or gourmands, (quantity over quality), and the French get upset if you aren’t one or the other. I suppose that is exactly why I am not French. For me every quality and quantity is delectable. She is a feast for my eyes, and I’m proud of it. When I see Barbie I don’t really notice the things other people notice, because Barbie is a real good average of all beautiful traits of women. Point out any part of Barbie and I’ll find you, within sight a beauty with a superior whatever you pointed out. I’m amazed that people don’t notice the exquisite earlobes of the obese woman, or the cutest belly button you ever saw of the plain Jane next door. Have you ever noticed the graceful slight hands of Grandma? Or the adorable pudgy feet of the girl with the unmistakable boobies?
I really like to look at all my personal beauties in the world, and that is your and my secret now. All women are beauties and they are all my personal museum art-i-facts, both day and night. I can look at her and admire her and collect my favorite parts of her if I want to. You can think I am weird or obsessed or even a pervert if you like, I don’t mind. I am a boy, and I like looking at girls, and I do with that what I want. If you think that collecting mental snapshots of her jet black Asian hair down past her bottom, or mental snapshots of her Thai lips that pooch up right in the middle, or the exact arrangements of her freckles on her Irish redhead snow white cheeks, is weird or perverted, that is fine with me. I just love her as art. I would love the boys more as art too I guess if I were gay, but since I am hetero, it is the girls that I adore looking at.
Mentioning the sexual orientation tells me and you that boy adoring the sight of girl has a sexual connotation. And I wholeheartedly agree. It suggests that I am boy, and she is girl, and it is completely normal that when boy sees girl that sex is possible. No boy should ever be ashamed of looking at or admiring her, and no girl bothered or offended for being looked at and adored as sex or art or anything else.
I don’t really like this androgy world where girls now dress and behave like boys. “I want to be seen as a person just like you”, they say. “I don’t want to be looked at as a sex object”, you say. That is except when the boy of their dreams happens by, then the more eye flutter, breasty, hippy, lippy attention she gets the better. And “I just find you so sexy!”, makes her blush. But if Mr. Toad says the same, even if he acts appropriately, he is unlikely to receive a reciprocal smile. He is more likely to receive an “euw”, either in voice or body language.
But me, I can’t be fooled. Even you androgy girl hiding from everyone but the one you like, I find the boney bridge of your nose so sexy. I noticed how you stand a little boyish and grin like a child, and that is hella sexy. I also noticed how much effort you are putting in to not be TOO noticed, but still NOT just like every other girl that is also playing her femininity down. That is sexually alluring. But then I am a gourmand (I look at all girls), and a gourmet, (I am currently looking at you).
Just the idea that some old Mr Toad might me so adept at snap-shotting your beauty, not to mention in a boy likes girl sexy way, is perhaps offensive. That is until Mr. Toad turns out to show class and debonair style in his smile of admiration of you, until you notice his soft blue eyes and back length blond hair over stylish clothes. That is until you admire him back. Then you bask in your art-ness, and bathe in your gallery-ness, and you are beautiful and it is grand. And in your heart girl, you hope that moments like that never ever end, no less than white stallions in far off kingdoms never come riding up for you.
So, I have a request to make to all beauties, and remember, all shes are beauties. This request is from Mr Toad or Prince, it does not matter, and it is to Princess or Witch, it also does not matter, fair is fair to all in all the land. So here it is:
When I look at you beauty it is because you are girl and I am boy. And boys like girls. Maybe I am Mr Toad and a creepy pervert, and maybe I am the lifelong beautiful soul-mate that you have longed to meet and live happily ever after with. Maybe I want to hump your leg right here and now in public and in front of your mother, and maybe I will woo you like no fairy tale boy ever dreamed and sweep you off your feet with style and class. But…. If I notice you and am looking at you it is a tribute to you of one sort or another. In one way or another you are being noticed and valued and appreciated, and that is a very nice thing. Woe is the day when not one male ever notices you again. So I humbly ask as your opposite SEX, whether you want sex with me or not, to notice me back.
When you walk by me and notice me looking at you or smiling at you, or showing you a WOW expression, please look right back at me with class and gratitude. Hello back! I noticed you too, back. WOW, back. I deserve your reciprocation of my tribute to you, whether it be art, sensual, sexual, or just WOW. Even if it means from me that I want to meet you or talk to you or date you or make love to you, or even hump your leg, please notice me back. Your reciprocation of my tribute to you values my courage and risk and boyness, and it is a show of the value of your femininity and poise, and….. girlness.
When you look away, girl of art, it shows poorly of you, and when you look at the wall or ceiling lady beautiful, you show insecurity and awkwardness about yourself. The worst part sexy woman, is when you walk by me you look at the floor or your feet, and when you do this you degrade yourself and my tribute to you. Casting your eyes on the floor is a shame or shameful gesture and you are casting me and yourself down.
If when we meet eyes and exchange our admiration, or just wow and hello, I might be encouraged to come and talk to you, and hope to meet you, and take you out, and make love with you, and marry you. When this happens you can go home and look into the mirror without having to ask if you are still hella cute and sexy and beautiful, and that is a good thing. If you like me too, we both know that the rest will be history. But if you don’t want to talk to me or know me or date me or have sex with me, then: “Thank you for noticing me, but I’m taken”, will do. Or, “hi back, but no thank you”. Or, “I appreciate your courage or effort, but I’m not available or interested. Maybe it’s a lot of work, but it shows your grace and dignity, and values mine. I am then left with a feeling of respect for you instead of disappointment. Besides, I just might be “him”.
Did I mention Miss that the way you take your hair out of your face a zillion times an hour is adorable? Or Mrs. that you walk like a gazelle? How about Ms. that the way you dress is funky awesome, and it shows off the nape of your neck and it’s killing me. You are in my forever gallery in my heart whether you want to be or not, you can’t help that, but you could add a beautiful smile or giggle or wave to make both or our moment together special. I would really appreciate that, and my heart says that you would too.
See you tomorrow
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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