It Ain't Easy being a girl
The one thing about going out with Princess, is that all she has to do is walk up to the bar, and we all get discounted or free drinks for being privileged enough to breathe the same air she does. Being flanked by Supermodel on one side and Sexy Career Woman on the other only exacerbates the whole panting-male-fool syndrome.
I’ve got an inordinate number of hot women in my life, personally and now professionally (hate me fellas, hate me). Instead of some of this feminine magic rubbing off though, it would seem that the reverse is happening: i’m becoming more of a little boy than ever. Princess is confident in this reversing once i’ve really gotten into the whole corporate culture thing at my current place of employment (assuming they don’t kick me out sometime in these 3 months of probation), and am obliged to want to look good and act the way i should, but we’ll see. I react to my social insecurities with defiance for the most part. If i’m troubled by something i’m not and/or want to be, i go out of my way to flaunt the disparity between fantasy and reality - “look at me! i’m a freak and lovin it!” I’ve done it so much it’s become something i’ve actually learnt to enjoy.
It’s delightful though, sitting across the girls and taking in the magic of long, flowing hair, that distinct badge of desirable womanness; the lazy, elegant motion of slim, graceful fingers (no knotty, battered claws here) articulating nuance and emphasis. Voices brimming with that secret ken an outsider would probably name charm. They make being a girl look so easy, so absolutely natural, when some of us know it to be otherwise. Time and effort, long-term dedication go into that sort of girlness that has men begging to lick their toes. It’s a confounding mix of natural emphasis, cultivated attitude and of course, that x-factor that no amount of money can buy. Thinking on it over a drink or three just makes it all more confounding, rather than easier, as a lot of things appear to be when one is swinging high on 37.5% of liquid confidence.
Girls.
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