For my first trick....
Originally Posted at 05:03 PM on Jul. 11, 2003
This was brought on by the sight of an unbelievably attractive girl that I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of as she breezed in and out of my short life. No words were exchanged, but I did find out who she was later, turns out she's a category one beauty, shame.
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A theory on women, from a know-it-all (read: Know-Nothing).
Beautiful women, not just cute ones, or hot ones, but beautiful ones--seemingly fall into one of three categories.
The first being, of course, the girls who know they're absolutely gorgeous, but... unfortunately have the soul of Satan residing in them. You know the ones, you'd love to spend just a moment with them, but in that moment you realize there is no semblance of deceny to them. The kind that are concerned with nothing more than what they want, and what means it will take to achieve it. We've all met one before, and it is just a sad thing to see--such a beautiful creature, with such a dark heart. What a waste.
Secondly, we've got the ones incapable of higher brain function. Rather, any brain function at all. The ones that can't carry on a conversation about anything other than Tom and Nicole's latest supposed romantic interlude, or perhaps the latest fashion fad to hit the east coast. Alas, she's great to look at, but carrying on a conversation is basically impossible. Fortunately for many, their looks will do, because there are guys out there that are only after a fine "piece of tail" (someone shoot me). In any case, to each their own. and what not, etc etc.
Finally, we have the holy grail. That girl, the one in a million (presumably almost 300 of which maybe 1/3 are single --read: No Boyfriend--..and over the age of 18... at any time in this... country of ours) who don't fit into the first two categories. She is the most sought after specimen of any girl. The utterly gorgeous, perfect girl, she is neither possessed by the devil, nor is her skull used as a wind tunnel. She is brilliant, she can carry on a conversation about anything from World Politics to an analysis of Van Gogh's Starry Night; that she came up with herself. Alas, she is rare, and some may spend the better portion of their lives seeking her out, only to settle for something less. Of course, with only 300 out there, to get one, and keep her yours, can only be compared with winning the lottery...
In any case, I'd like to buy a ticket please.
This was brought on by the sight of an unbelievably attractive girl that I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of as she breezed in and out of my short life. No words were exchanged, but I did find out who she was later, turns out she's a category one beauty, shame.
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A theory on women, from a know-it-all (read: Know-Nothing).
Beautiful women, not just cute ones, or hot ones, but beautiful ones--seemingly fall into one of three categories.
The first being, of course, the girls who know they're absolutely gorgeous, but... unfortunately have the soul of Satan residing in them. You know the ones, you'd love to spend just a moment with them, but in that moment you realize there is no semblance of deceny to them. The kind that are concerned with nothing more than what they want, and what means it will take to achieve it. We've all met one before, and it is just a sad thing to see--such a beautiful creature, with such a dark heart. What a waste.
Secondly, we've got the ones incapable of higher brain function. Rather, any brain function at all. The ones that can't carry on a conversation about anything other than Tom and Nicole's latest supposed romantic interlude, or perhaps the latest fashion fad to hit the east coast. Alas, she's great to look at, but carrying on a conversation is basically impossible. Fortunately for many, their looks will do, because there are guys out there that are only after a fine "piece of tail" (someone shoot me). In any case, to each their own. and what not, etc etc.
Finally, we have the holy grail. That girl, the one in a million (presumably almost 300 of which maybe 1/3 are single --read: No Boyfriend--..and over the age of 18... at any time in this... country of ours) who don't fit into the first two categories. She is the most sought after specimen of any girl. The utterly gorgeous, perfect girl, she is neither possessed by the devil, nor is her skull used as a wind tunnel. She is brilliant, she can carry on a conversation about anything from World Politics to an analysis of Van Gogh's Starry Night; that she came up with herself. Alas, she is rare, and some may spend the better portion of their lives seeking her out, only to settle for something less. Of course, with only 300 out there, to get one, and keep her yours, can only be compared with winning the lottery...
In any case, I'd like to buy a ticket please.
posted by The @ 5:03 PM
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