You know that guy from MySpace who said I looked beautiful (see last post)? Well I replied thanking him for the compliment. We have now exchanged several emails and he's not actually all that creepy. In fact, he's oddly intriguing. But I may just be a sucker for compliments. After several exchanges he sent me the following email (and his number) - "So, basically you're my dream woman--older, loves the outdoors and hiking, an intellectual but not too serious, and you're wonderfully volumptuous. just thought you should know."
Several things amuse me about this. 1) when did I become "older"? I'm very comfortable with my age and the aging process (my new vericose veins fascinate me) but it's odd to hear someone actually point it out (he's 24, I'm 29) and 2) Voluptuous? I rechecked the pics I have up on Myspace and not a single one shows that I even have boobs nevermind big ones. What exactly is the definition of voluptuous?...
Ok, I've looked it up and I think I found a new word to add to my favorites list. Here's a mix-and-match definition I pirated from dictionary.com.
Voluptuous:
1: having strong sexual appeal; "juicy barmaids"; "a red-hot mama"; "a voluptuous woman"
2: (of a woman's body) having a large bosom and pleasing curves;
3: furnishing gratification of the senses;
4: Giving, characterized by, or suggesting ample, unrestrained pleasure to the senses;
5: Devoted to or indulging in sensual pleasures.
If that's what voluptuous is then I'm ok with being so. Although my ability to indulge in "sensual pleasures" is tempered by my modesty. YES, I can be modest. Especially when it comes to sensual pleasures. Although I'm much less so than I used to be, I think. I haven't really had too many opportunities to indulge recently. But I still have a tendency toward the prudish, except I'd really love to be a "juicy barmaid".
I received another compliment last evening at a party. I was having a nice time talking to this guy I just met, who may earn a nickname to be used here at some point in the future, and he sort of paused in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eyes, smiled and with this attitude like he just couldn't help himself said something to the effect that my zest for life and positive attitude were palpable and really contagious. He even illustrated it by showing me a picture he had taken of me earlier - which had prompted me to introduce myself to him in the first place. He zoomed in on my face and practically gushed, "look at that smile!"
I'll tell you what, that was a great compliment. Right up there with the time a plastic surgeon stopped me in the hall at a plastic surgery conference I had helped organize and told me I was pretty. I figure if anyone would know it was a plastic surgeon. I was high on that for a long time. It still makes me happy.
You know what else makes me happy? Looking back at old pictures from my "fat phase" not so long ago and realizing how much I have changed in the last few years, and it's not just physical.
Several things amuse me about this. 1) when did I become "older"? I'm very comfortable with my age and the aging process (my new vericose veins fascinate me) but it's odd to hear someone actually point it out (he's 24, I'm 29) and 2) Voluptuous? I rechecked the pics I have up on Myspace and not a single one shows that I even have boobs nevermind big ones. What exactly is the definition of voluptuous?...
Ok, I've looked it up and I think I found a new word to add to my favorites list. Here's a mix-and-match definition I pirated from dictionary.com.
Voluptuous:
1: having strong sexual appeal; "juicy barmaids"; "a red-hot mama"; "a voluptuous woman"
2: (of a woman's body) having a large bosom and pleasing curves;
3: furnishing gratification of the senses;
4: Giving, characterized by, or suggesting ample, unrestrained pleasure to the senses;
5: Devoted to or indulging in sensual pleasures.
If that's what voluptuous is then I'm ok with being so. Although my ability to indulge in "sensual pleasures" is tempered by my modesty. YES, I can be modest. Especially when it comes to sensual pleasures. Although I'm much less so than I used to be, I think. I haven't really had too many opportunities to indulge recently. But I still have a tendency toward the prudish, except I'd really love to be a "juicy barmaid".
I received another compliment last evening at a party. I was having a nice time talking to this guy I just met, who may earn a nickname to be used here at some point in the future, and he sort of paused in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eyes, smiled and with this attitude like he just couldn't help himself said something to the effect that my zest for life and positive attitude were palpable and really contagious. He even illustrated it by showing me a picture he had taken of me earlier - which had prompted me to introduce myself to him in the first place. He zoomed in on my face and practically gushed, "look at that smile!"
I'll tell you what, that was a great compliment. Right up there with the time a plastic surgeon stopped me in the hall at a plastic surgery conference I had helped organize and told me I was pretty. I figure if anyone would know it was a plastic surgeon. I was high on that for a long time. It still makes me happy.
You know what else makes me happy? Looking back at old pictures from my "fat phase" not so long ago and realizing how much I have changed in the last few years, and it's not just physical.
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