Now, I don’t do this very often, but I need to tell of an experience I had yesterday. What I am about to write here could equally apply to either
sex of the human persuasion. In this particular case, being a man, this applies to women. And no, this isn’t a dirty old man post; it is meant in
the most complimentary and flattering way possible. First though, a question:
Did you ever see a person where time suddenly just stopped? Where the world just stopped turning and there was complete silence? I’d never
experienced that…before yesterday.
Now I know that men’s taste in women varies infinitely. Some men love brown hair, some blonde. Some like heavier set, some very thin. Some love a
certain cultural background (Asian, European, African, Indian, etc.). Some love short hair, some love long. Some like a certain smile or facial
structure, to others this doesn’t matter. The combinations and criteria are endless. It would seem there is no one single universal perfect
opposite sex. Or, is there?
I’m walking down the sidewalk at the grocery store, going to my car. Out of the beauty salon in front of me steps two women. One of them is just
average by my taste, short, somewhat heavy, stringy dishwater blonde hair, dressed kind of shabbily. The other, well, I’ll get to her in a moment.
The two girls are together and they appear to be friends, happily chatting and joking with each other. As they both step completely out of the door,
suddenly there is this blinding flash of light. Maybe it was just a flash of the sun’s reflection off the salon door as it closed, buuuut…I
don’t think so.
Then time just stopped! Seriously! Just frozen.
Standing before me was the most beautiful female creature I have ever laid eyes upon. I wasn’t the only one either. Every male within a 200 yards
was the same, just frozen, jaw agape. I was literally stunned, and I don’t mean this in an arbitrary way either. I’m talking about stunned as
in, hit with a stun gun, type of paralyzed. Even other women were stunned.
The first thought to enter my paralyzed mind was, I wondered if it was possible for there to be just one single woman who was the universal definition
of physically “perfect”. Seriously! She had long brown hair (I don’t even like long brown hair). She had to be pushing 6 feet tall (I prefer
shorter). The way she was dressed was pure class, but left exactly nothing to the imagination. Tall grey suede boots above her knees (I don’t like
long boots like that). Black velour tights (okay, I like those, especially on a body like hers), and a nice darker grey sweater. Her jewelry was
very classily understated, and she had almost zero ‘warpaint’ on. She was a natural beauty
I was stopped in my tracks. Speechless. She was happy, joking with her friend and she carried herself with a pride you don’t often see. She was
completely happy in her skin. She was hands-down the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my entire life (just don’t know any other way to
say it). She was beautiful, and she knew it, but not in an arrogant way. Had my wife been with me I’m pretty sure I even would have been spared a
kick to the shin for choking up the way I did; this girl really was “all that”.
Now, if this event had taken place on Rodeo Drive in CA with their $5,000 hair jobs, and $50,000 outfits, plastic surgeons on speed dial and million
dollar cars, well, that would have been one thing. But this didn’t take place on Rodeo Drive, and Great Clips doesn’t do $5,000 hair jobs. It
took place in Podunk Town, America. And, they didn’t get into a million dollar car, it was just a regular old Honda Accord.
When the door of their car shut I snapped out of my trance. I looked around and everyone around me was regaining consciousness as well. One guy was
standing there holding the door to the liquor store open for no one in particular. He’d opened it originally for a woman entering the store.
She’d long since gone, and he was just standing there holding the door open. Time had just stopped. Soon enough the world around me started to
‘re-boot’, and things eventually returned to normal.
And that, my friends, is a true story.
edit on 1/5/2021 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)