Beauty used to intimidate me. I could still remember those times where I’d stutter, clamp up or say stupid things in the presence of a pretty girl. Or I’d act all cool (read: rude) and ignore them completely.
I don’t know when was the exact point in time that that stopped happening altogether. I can’t remember. Perhaps it was when I was out of uni and had a job. I just know that when it stopped happening it felt really really good. Naturally that was the beginning of me being completely at ease with myself.
I no longer walked into a party and looked for the nearest corner to hide in, especially when I don’t know anyone else. Nor do I do stupid things to try and impress. Instead, I’d look at the pretty girls in the eyes when I talk to them, I’d talk coherently and I’d smile. Pretty people are people too. Once you treat them as such, there’s nothing so special about them anymore.
They are still pretty mind you, but there’s no intimidation anymore. No fear and no awe.
Although I’d still get excited whenever I see a pretty woman, nothing happens in my heart. The brain goes, “Wow, HOT” and that’d be it. I haven’t got a crush in a very long time. Even when I do it wears off very quickly once I know it’s not gonna happen.
Which got me thinking, if beauty doesn’t intimidate me, does it mean I’m also not moved anymore by it? That I’m somehow less shallow now? I’d like to think so, but I’d still want and like looking at a pretty face. Shite. I do not know what I want indeed.
Well, if I’m doomed to be single I might as well have a good time watching the pretty girls go by. And try to get to know one or two in the process. 
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Pretty people… They always got me thinking … How does it feel being adored? Every moves, every single gust of breath … How does it feel … being fantasized everyday? C’mon … they know they are pretty for goodness sake!
louyau: You know who are the prettiest? The ones who *don’t know* that they are pretty. Fwah. BEST.
ian: yeah my comfort zone is quite large and comfy these days. Heheh.
damion: true that – those who go, “I’m not that pretty, whaaaaat.” Hahaha! yeah lah the beauty of the heart will always outlast the beauty of the face. Get both in the same person and that’d be sweeeet.
Whoa man… I love this post. Speaks my mind! As a matter of fact, I’m still somewhat doing what you used to do – ignore them. Shy mah…
Getting less intimidated by something doesn’t necessarily mean we’re not attracted by it anymore. I guess you’ve expanded your comfort zone.
on some cases, they just pretend they don’t know they are…
which are always the worst kind of attitude there is..
pretentious…
however, real beauty still comes from heart, no? looking pretty is a bigger bonus on the attitude..
yeah man, go try and maybe it’s the ONE for you.
pretty babe watching is FUN!!!
Leonard: that’s right man!
You know bro, maybe you starting to look beyond physical beauty.
Lupin: heh, like Neo in The Matrix – maybe I’m starting to see things in code.
Mooi : There is no spoon in the first place, Mr Anderson.
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