Saturday, March 21, 2009

Staring Into The Sun

Have you ever met someone who was so FIIIIIINNNNNEEEE-uh that you felt like you were staring into the sun?



I've been reflecting on this lately. There are two basic categories of people who are this good looking: famous and not-famous. And neither is dateable long term unless you are also one of them. Really you can classify these genetic freaks any way you like but I tend to be of the mindset that if I were that good looking I would find a way to get famous and rich, and just be all fabulous all the time. Not that I'm materialistic or don't have values, because I am and I don't (ha!) ... seriously, not that I don't have substance, but who wouldn't want that? To be gorgeous and famous and rich? Sign me up. So if someone is that good looking and they aren't famous or haven't tried to be then they have an interesting thought process going on about themselves and their place in the world. Like, I want to pick that person's brain. "What are you thinking? Get some headshots and get moving!"

So I don't personally know any famous people in this category. I have met two. These people look like they've been airbrushed but they haven't because they're standing right there in front of you, live.


Met Tyson Beckford in front of Wet Willie's on Ocean Drive, SoBe


Met Boris Kodjoe at Tillman's

I also saw Halle Berry once and she didn't even look real, she was so pretty. No makeup, nothing. beee yatch.

I do know a few non famous people of this persuasion. I have a good girlfriend whom when I met her and found out she was an investment banker instead of a model, I thought she was off her rocker. What is wrong. with. you. ???? You're 5'10", 120 and like the prettiest girl in the world. Heck, I'll be your agent. All that gorgeousness just wasted to be enslaved to your blackberry 24/7. Hmph.

There is also this guy I met a few times a few years back, a casual acquaintance, who is borderline stare-into-the-sun fine and I think he has given it sort of a shot, I've seen his modeling pics here and there. Even if he doesn't ever get famous at least he has followed his calling of being fine and put himself out there. That, I can understand. Maybe one day he'll be famous and I can say - I'm totally friends on Facebook with that guy. He's sent me messages on there before. But no pokes.

Then there was this guy I used to sort of hang out with occasionally waaaayyy back in the day, like the 90s, who was ambiguously ethnic fine - you know the type? And I have a strict policy with myself over not swooning over light skinned smooth hair green eyed dudes because I know every one else does. But honestly this guy looked like a tan version of Brad Pitt in his heyday before he deserted his loving wife for that hussy and rubbed her nose it for all the world to see. This guy's extreme fineness was just too much for me. He got his wisdom teeth pulled and I showed up on his doorstep with a bowl of jello. With fruit in it (pears)! Yeah, it was like that. This guy never tried to get famous off his looks, he's like an intellectual or something these days and married to someone who is probably all Groove Theory chic or something.

I bet all my dough Jello-man's wifey looks like Amel Larrieux

More recently I met this guy at a work meeting - drinks at a spot that was totally too cool for school. There were four men and myself which is usually the case, and he walked in last. There I was in professional mode, in my suit and my heels etc and he walked in. Say 6'3", thick black hair, cufflinks, nice shoes, shoulders, lips, teeth. eyelashes a mile long. oh. my. oh. my. OH. MY! I thought I was watching a Bollywood movie...he was like Surya the Sun God.



He was so fine I lost all concentration and sat there reminding myself not to look at him too much, for like two hours. Do you have any idea how hard it is to stare into the Sun for two hours? I almost lost my mind. Even his fingernails were perfect. He was impeccably dressed and had a cool upperclass Indian accent revealing a British education. You know I love the Brits! A big brown Bollywood Brit is in a class alone. I hope he didn't notice the drool on my chin. I tried to keep cool. But I would be lying by omission if I didn't admit that when he replied to my follow up email within 1 minute, my heart skipped a beat. But seriously though, why isn't he famous? No really, why is he a finance nerd instead of being famous? Although, he could become a finance rock star given what he does so I take that back. He IS trying to be famous. Now I understand.

Lawd have Mercy. JAIHO!

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