On the shallowness of the Pretty
Jun. 8th, 2005 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dangermousieI wonder if it's the residual mechanism left over from our Cromagnon days, but whenever I see a gorgeous man on the street (doesn't happen too often) my day is just a bit better. I have no desire to speak to him, or take him home, or even to stare for him longer than a milisecond, but that milisecond is always so nice. I was coming back from lunch today, carrying my eel sonomono, and saw a tall, business-casual-dressed, blond-floppy-haired, late-20s guy running by. He had a nice body and a handsome face. Don't know him from Adam, and have no desire to, but it's just nice to know there's beauty in the world (male, that is. Girls don't really do it for me :D).
On a related, and very unfeminist note, I must confess I love it when men check me out on the street. It's a great ego boost, I love attention, and after all, I'll be old and lose it soon enough... Of course, most verbal comments come from homeless guys which are probably happy to see anything in a skirt. But the non-verbal ones from the non-desperate are nice.
Yeah, this is probably the shallowest and most conceited post I've ever written. Blame it on the hot day.
On a related, and very unfeminist note, I must confess I love it when men check me out on the street. It's a great ego boost, I love attention, and after all, I'll be old and lose it soon enough... Of course, most verbal comments come from homeless guys which are probably happy to see anything in a skirt. But the non-verbal ones from the non-desperate are nice.
Yeah, this is probably the shallowest and most conceited post I've ever written. Blame it on the hot day.
