She had a shock of flaming red hair and her skin was beautiful and creamy as it seemed to shift colors while moved across the parking lot. The little blue sundress was simultaneously innocent and sexy giving her an alluring look that wasn’t slutty or dirty.
The beautiful summer day probably helped a lot — the way the sunlight played in her hair and the hem of her dress added to my thoughts of rolling in the hay under a peach tree.
A simple picture of feminine beauty.
Until she got closer, that is. Her skin wasn’t really that creamy — it had a roughness you see when a woman smokes too much, aged a bit before its time. Of course the tattoos probably didn’t help with my impression of her skin; mind you, I have no problem with body art, but these were poorly done, fading doodles.
Her grow-out was ragged black with shots of grey and her wavy hair was obviously a bad perm. And while the dress was still cute, it lost a lot of innocence in the years it must have spent in thrift stores.
If she’s a hundred feet away and turns out to be butt-ugly you can always call “100 foot rule!” Sometimes I think I need to make that the 30-foot rule…
Of course Einstein taught us that space and time are one and the same — there are also those women who seem beautiful when you first meet them, then you get to know them and you wonder how you ever thought that ugly bitch could have ever looked like an angel.
While I’m at it, I suppose I could throw in quantum cuteness like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle — she’s cute AND ugly depending on how you look at her. I have a friend who always keeps her hair pulled severely back, until she goes to a wedding or a formal party, then she lets her hair down and… wow. When I see her later with her hair back up I get this weird, flickering sense that she’s cute, but she’s not, but she is, but she’s not…
So cuteness may exist at a distance over a limited period of time depending on the situation…
Cute := [distance/time] ~ situation
Or maybe this isn’t a math problem… it’s probably a fantasy novel all written in my head in 5 seconds seeing what I want to see on the other end of the parking lot…
