i’ve been thinking about something i read over at another blog about beautiful women. according to this post “beautiful women are never truly single, and they never are truly alone. It may feel that way to them, but there is always one or more men around trying to make them happy. Please note, this doesn’t equal happiness, it just means that they never have to be alone. They soft land relationships, too, easing from one relationship to another. It’s too easy for that to happen. There are too many men willing to try and willing to hang on to something that is concluding.“
and at first i got all het up about it. all up in my drawers so to speak. i was like pissed a little. and then i started to think about it. i was all wait a minute, maybe that’s not quite what he means. maybe he’s talking about something else but SAYING beautiful. and that doesn’t even address the hordes of women willing to hang on to beautiful men at any cost.
anyway, i know those women, the ones who are never without a man. the ones who are approached while they’re dancing ‘cheek to cheek’ with their honey and a cut-in is offered. the ones who just have that thing.
and i’ve started to call it juju or mojo or sexual presence… but for this post let us call it juju. having juju doesn’t make you beautiful and being beautiful doesn’t give you juju.
i know this. the reason that i know this is because of a conversation that i had the other day with a few clients. in fact i’m going to repeat it right now
bad: as you can see i’m addicted to my job.
y: yeah that must be so nice.
bad: yeah i’m really blessed to have found my calling
y: (mother of two and happily married) i’m jealous
bad: well but think about this, you’re married with two kids and i haven’t been asked on a date in four years. in fact i seem to fly under the man radar, it’s like they don’t see me. so you know sure, i got a calling…
z: ahhh it’s about balance
bad: exactly
z: seriously? four years?
bad: yeah it really is like i’m invisible
x: but you’re GORGEOUS! (in tone of genuine disbelief rather than ass kissing)
bad: i know but they don’t see me… *shrugs*
and if that isn’t enough for you? i was standing on the street last week reading and waiting for transit and a man walked by and said ‘hello beautiful’ and didn’t even stop. just wanted to tell me i was beautiful.
so, i think i’m entitled to an opinion at least a little. what’s interesting is that i have the other side of the coin too.
i went for dinner with a hot friend of mine one night and we walked in and sat down and our waiter came over and she goes ‘he was so checking you out’ and i hadn’t noticed but i did note that he was paying attention to me on the way back.
then she started to talk. about nothings, what we would have for appetizers or something equally irrelevant and i wasn’t there anymore. he stopped noticing me except when i said something particularly clever and then only to sort of pay attention to the ugly friend as opposed to actually interested in what i have to say.
in her defense? she oozes sex.
in mine? i don’t.
so i think what that guy is talking about is ‘hot’ and not ‘beautiful’ because i’m the second and she’s the first and she’s the one with the string of boys and the soft landings.
but let me tell you, that doesn’t make her landings any easier than mine!
i sure wish i knew how they did it though, the ones with the juju. it’s inexplicable but it totally works and there is something so effortless and easy about it.
they don’t even try for it, they’re out for dinner with their long lost friend and laughing like kids and every person of the correct sexual orientation and a few that aren’t are drooling over them and getting twitchy in their pink bits.
but it’s not because they’re beautiful or smart or well muscled or tall or fit or striking… cause i’m all of those things with great hair to boot and i ain’t got the juju.
i wish there was a little blue pill for juju…
or a hot cock sitting right beside me.
