Meeting beauty
I met the most beautiful woman in Stuttgart in the subway today (which is to say, I unexpectedly bumped into an old friend). Meeting her in the subway is about as improbable as meeting George Bush at a "Gay Intellectuals Against The War" rally: she's an obsessive car driver, who would drive from the stove to the dining table if only she could.
I've spent the last few minutes mulling over images of famous people to give you an idea of her looks, without success. So here is a description: her hair is the same rich brown as her eyes. She is chin-high on me, but appears taller because she's very slim. She has a lovely elfin face and a pretty mouth, enhanced by a near-constant smile. She has perfect skin.
She is also a nice person: lively, interested, cheerful, always happy to see you, always has a moment for a quick touch-the-bases chat.
Something about her is eminently huggable, but we don't hug because she is a colleague and occasional collaborator, and also because she's married to Mister Humourless. It's a wonder to me that someone as cheerful and lively as she could be married to a man like that, but (a) there's no accounting for taste, and (b) she seems to be happy.
It's nice to be reminded that life does contain some moments of pure beauty.
posted by Udge @ 12:34
4 Comments:
Dear udge, you aren't one of those men who fall in love with unattainable beauty (ie married women, etc.)! Please say it isn't so...
No no no, my appreciation is purely aesthetic. She brightened my day in the same way as watching a flight of pelicans sail down land on the Qu'Appelle River did.
I find that very sweet men are often married to very bitchy women. Maybe it's just a balance thing.
Maybe Humorless is funny in private.
It is such a boost to have an encounter like that, it's the erotics of daily life, just that we're all here and alive, doing our things, smiling and glowing in our perfect skin and being elfin, some of us more than others.
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