When I first started dating my now husband, he told me of this crush he had. She is his friends little sister, she’s nice and pretty. Eventually I would meet her and realize that he under exaggerated her by a LOT.
She met up with us after running late to a wedding we were attending.
She is
drop.
dead.
gorgeous.
Not pretty at all but absolutely STUNNING. Her hair is thick, and cascades down her back in beautiful sheets of blonde shades. She has crystal blue eyes, a thin, tone figure, extremely nice and very welcoming. I chatted with her all night long and couldn’t believe my husband didn’t try to capture this mythical creature. Basically I walked away with my first girl crush.
Later I would find out that she was the valedictorian of her graduating Notre Dame class and when I told my friend about her my friend gasped and said, “that Bitch!”. Which was, in fact, what I needed to hear at that moment. It sent me into a hysterical laughter.
She remains one of the most beautiful people (inside and out) that I’ve ever seen in real life, but not the only one. There are many beautiful people in this world of ours.
I have come to realize that you can have impossibly beautiful people, but you can also have some straight up assholes with a nice face.
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It was Sunday and I was waitressing. A couple of pretty girls came in and sat down in my section. They were having a girls outing and seemed friendly. In walked their third wheel. Much to my surprise I knew her. We went to high school together, graduated together and even though our lockers were less than 10 apart we maybe said 8 words to each other our entire high school career. We ran in different circles. She was with the girls that started doing their hair and makeup in the fourth grade and I was with tomboys that took a little longer to “grow up”. It’s hard to say who had more fun. I would imagine she had to deal with the pressures of her peers long before I did.
I would be lying if I said it surprised me that she remembered me and knew my name. Our graduating class wasn’t extremely large, but she stayed with the upperclassmen more than she stayed with our class. We didn’t chat much about school or even what we’ve been up to since, the truth is, I don’t remember much of it. My concussion after high school kind of wiped away a lot of things. Plus, as a mom, I know how important alone friend time can be and I didn’t want to interrupt any more of it than I had to.
The three sat there for a few hours had some drinks, shared some food and laughter. During the food part I went over and asked how everything was going. One of the pretty girls complained about the chicken wings. She thought they were TOO small and that they should get some more wings for free. I probably would have given her an extra order of wings, but her friends seemed embarrassed by her behavior, like this was a habit of hers.
I couldn’t find it in myself to help her use her looks to get things for free.
She may have been “pretty” it takes a lot more to be beautiful.
Maybe I lost out on some repeat customers but I can’t say it bothers me. Be authentic in your beauty but don’t use it. Being beautiful isn’t a weapon at your disposal it’s a gift; be grateful, kind and genuine.
Much Love,
Jes xoxo