Have you ever been caught staring at someone?
That happened to me on the subway this morning (not the best place to stare at people as there's a strong chance that the person you're staring at could be crazy. Or you could be mistaken for a crazy. Only crazies stare.)
Anyway, back to the story. The reason I was staring this morning was because I think I saw the Most Beautiful Woman Ever. And I was in awe.
Her completely flawless Asian skin was the perfect tone and colour. Her hair was luxurious, with no broken pieces or fly-aways. Her face was a lovely shape. Her makeup done just right. And of course, her style was impeccable.
She was gorgeous. And while I was trying to take it all in (to get hints and tips for myself), I got caught. She looked at me and I immediately saw an uncomfortable look cross her perfect visage.
I, of course, looked away instantly, trying to appear disinterested and play it cool. I could only do it for a moment though. I couldn't help but steal a few glances here and there. It was like my eyes were drawn to her. Like a car crash, only wrapped up in beauty and loveliness and light.
Obviously this sighting has affected me greatly. Either I'm very appreciative of beauty and the fine things in life -- or I should reconsider my interest in men.