Birdboy 10482 Report post Posted August 29, 2010 I've had this tale rolling at the back of my mind for a while, but I was finally jogged into writing it when I read something recently about Dove's 'Real Beauty' ad campaign. It sums up so much that's been on my mind lately. I hope you enjoy. bb ..................................................................................... You might not turn to look when she passes by in the streets. You might see her ad and go cruising on by without a second thought. She's not tall and willowy. Cars don't crash into light poles when she walks by. No one will discover her in a soda fountain and offer her a part in a movie or a modelling contract. But she really is pretty. She has these wonderfully expressive eyes that light up when she sees me. Her lips curl quickly into a pretty smile, she has an easy laugh. She has an inner glow that can be seen but can't be photographed. I marvel everytime when I see her, though I don't tell her often enough. In this business, pretty is a commodity taken for granted. Still, that outer beauty isn't everything. I've been fooled by ladies with little more to offer than their looks. A pretty face and heavenly body had hidden a lack of enthusiasm, skill, sparkling wit. And I had my brief moment with those ladies before they had become a minor footnote in the book of my hobby life. My lady greets me with a sincere smile. I know that she's genuinely excited to see me. She takes my coat, and then engages my imagination, intelligence and wit as we chat over a glass of wine. And when she takes me upstairs... oh my lord. She devours hungrily me like the hungry cougar she is, finally the little bird is trapped in her lair. These are the things that make her heart-breakingly beautiful to me. But I know not everyone sees it that way. Her subtle beauty is often missed as clients speed on by, intent on their way toward their happy endings. And more bothersome to me, I've seen at times her heart was sick from this hard world we live in. This is a shallow world, this hobby. Of insincere compliments lavished too easily, too cheaply. Of blistering crude and critical comments for every tiny imperfection. That is the nature of this shallow hobby, the cruel calculus of looks-attitude-service. I try to comfort her as she tells me about her latest brush with the freerange rude. My words are sincere, but I have to hold back. I toe the line, the line that divide us in this hobby. I want to say more, but I can't. So I'll write these words. She'll smile as she reads them, and know that it's her I'm thinking of. These cold words on a computer screen will say what my warm lips cannot. I know that next time she'll ask me if I was writing about her. And I'll just smile, and think about how beautiful she is. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chavez 641 Report post Posted August 30, 2010 Beauty BB. These last 2 are , how do I say, exquisite. You are me, with the tongue of a dove. Someday;...... someday , we will share one lady between us and although it will be beautiful for us, for her it will be , como se dice, exquisite ! ... chavez Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
