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Men, Women, Self Image and Being Lonely...Oy
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| Last night I went to City Island with my friend Peter.He and I have been friends since high school, so you know THAT is a pretty long time.We used to live together, but that was a long time ago.ANYWAY...we wanted to sit outside, and the hostess escorted us through the restaurant to the outside dock.She walked in front of me and I walked in front of him, because it was too narrow for us to walk next to each other.As I was walking behind her, I noticed her ass...and NO...I am not into women, but it was impossible to miss it, it was right in front of me. She was rather curvy and thin but not too thin...hispanic, in these tight pants that moulded to her body...do not ask me how because her waist was rather small and her ass was rather...well, let's just say it was not small.She escorted us to our seats and left, then also escorted other people to their seats and in the mean time, she became the topic of conversation for Peter for the rest of the evening...with him saying "There goes the future ex- Mrs. P" every time she walked past our table.Finally I told him he should just comment to her directly and say that he thought she was beautiful...such a small thing, really.When I feel that strongly about something I tend to stop and compliment people all the time. |
| When I feel that strongly about something I tend to stop and compliment people all the time.I try and imagine how I would feel if someone complimented me...and how I will feel later if I do not say anything at all.He told me that the last time he complimented a woman by saying that he thought she was beautiful, she smacked him in the face...bizarre.Okay, he was drunk that time, but still.We talked about that, too.In the end, as we were leaving to get the car, he walked out the door and I turned back inside and told the hostess that my friend thought she was beautiful, mostly because if someone thought that I was beautiful and they complimented me, I would be flattered...and I mean in person, because I get emails all the time here telling me that I am beautiful, but I think a lot of times it comes from men that wonder what is behind the yellow Kmart outfit.The hostess smiled and thanked me and I went outside to a not-so-happy Peter, who figured out what I was doing and did not care that she was pleased.It is sad that people cannot take compliments with grace and accept them for what they are.It is sad that people are reluctant to give compliments because they are afraid that the person they are complimenting will not receive it well.One thing that I have learned is that no matter how good looking I think that a person is, they usually have at least the same amount of insecurities as I do...and that is sad too. |
| One thing that I have learned is that no matter how good looking I think that a person is, they usually have at least the same amount of insecurities as I do...and that is sad too. |
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