Probably the most beautiful woman I’ve had the privilege to actually interact with is a friend of my ex-wife. I tried to figure out once what takes her from simply pretty to another level, but I can’t. Amazing eyes, but they’re not enough by themselves. Seriously had to try to not stare constantly.
I suppose some folks mights consider her perfectly average, come to think of it…
I have a sorority sister I haven’t seen in probably 20 years. Maybe 25. She was one of these people. Gorgeous hair, beautiful smile. The last time I saw her was at a wedding shower for another sister. She was telling us about the professional athletes she was dating. At least one Cleveland Brown and a couple of Cavaliers, and I think a famous soccer player. And she had a hot job too. I was trying not to hate her.
It was near Halloween and some people had been invited to various parties. She said she was dressing up as a hillbilly, and someone asked if she was going to black out one of her teeth with a marker. She said she wouldn’t have to! And she took out her two front teeth. :eek:
When I see a very beautiful woman and start to feel jealous, I just think to myself: At least I have my own teeth.
I got tired of women swooning whenever I was around, so I had to develop a bad personality.
Walking into the Doctor’s office one day, there was a couple coming out. She’s was very pregnant, he had his arm protectively and lovingly around her. They were the two most stunningly gorgeous humans I have ever encountered.
The stunned look on my face was obvious, and she gave a sort of combo smile-laugh. I returned an apologetic eyebrow raise/scrunch, and she gave an its-ok-it-happens-a-lot sort of circular nod. 13 seconds at the most, but I’ll never forget it.
At my daughters IEP meetings it’s hard to not stare at the special Ed teacher. She is in her mid 20s or maybe a little older. She looks just like Oliva Wilde if Oliva ate a sandwich every now and then and put on a healthy well distributed 20 lbs. Stunning.
I was in a weakened condition after a rather arduous hiking trip, and flying home to Boston. The first leg was from Cedar City, Utah, to Salt Lake City, on a little twin turboprop. We took off before dawn. I had a window seat on the right side. For the whole flight I got to watch the sun rise over the Wasatch Mountains into a cloudless sky. It was the second most gorgeous thing about that trip.
The flight attendant was the most stunning woman I have ever seen. The plane wasn’t very crowded; we even chatted for a bit. She said I was the only person paying any attention to the view out the window. I said she probably got to see it like that every day. I still kinda kick myself for not telling her how gorgeous she was. How often do you get to make someone’s day with a compliment like that? I even remember her name.
Ok well maybe not exactly like milk. What I was trying to get at is her skin was smooth, white, and flawless
I think the accepted term is “porcelain”.
:eek: Say no more.
I’m very attractive and am told it often by strangers. I’m certainly not a showstopper or model worthy and I’ve got an ample sized nose but without a doubt people are nicer to me than they are to others. Most often this happens for me in a restaurant/bar setting or in a retail setting. Like free drinks from a bartender or server, even snuggling up to my fiance (although much, much less often if I’m in the company of a guy). Most women don’t get asked out point blank by people they’ve just met (or people who walk up to them they didn’t even notice before) even when there isn’t alcohol involved.
I find this most useful at Target or the grocery store actually – if I so much as frown I have some sweet (usually male) employee by my side, asking what’s wrong. Happened today, as a matter of fact: standing in the baking aisle, pouting for a nano second. He introduced himself and apologized profusely and then went to grab a few things that were out of stock for me. He accidentally let it slip that he was off the clock and done with his shift before he saw me.
It’s even worse for men; the really gorgeous ones are virtually oblivious. Gaggles of girls will invite him out to dinner. He’s got huge, sweet eyes, perfect latte colored skin and a wonderful smile. He’s also naturally muscular, a great athlete and over 6’ tall.
There was a young woman who worked with me at my work-study job in college. She was absolutely stunning…if you’ve ever seen pictures of Farrah Fawcett when she was 19 or 20, well, that’s what Trish looked like. For the first few weeks she was in our office, I had to actively force myself to not stare at her.
My ex and still a friend is that good looking. The kind where when we are in public and she goes to the restroom the men come up to me apologize for staring. I tell them she’s over 40 and wears no make up and life just isn’t fair. I don’t tell them I’m not “with” her because she doesn’t want the attention.
My skin tone has definitely been referred to as “milky” by a few guys. And “I don’t know, can someone be paler than you and not literally an albino?” by someone decidedly not interested in hitting on me 
Corpses are more grey-white or blue-white than white-white, though.
We need a term for something lighter than that. Makeup deemed “ivory” and “porcelain” are both still too dark for me.
Transparent?
See, the problem you will have is after you hit a certain age you will become invisible–and unless you are careful you will also gain weight and get wrinkled. Either way, you will probably never be “ugly,” but you won’t be “beautiful” or “sexy” anymore, and that will be hard to deal with, unless you lay the groundwork now for dealing with it.
Even I had a hard time going from “striking young woman” to “a picture of a horse painted on a fence.”
Or “alabaster,” if you’re high-falutin’.
My husband and I took a vacation to South Beach a couple of weeks ago. We ate dinner at Prime 112 one night. They had three or four hostesses working, and every single one was… can I use this word?.. a Glamazon. Slender, over 6’ tall, extremely dark skin, and dressed to kill. One of them was exiting the restaurant to fetch somebody waiting out front as we walked in, and we both did double takes, and saw the people coming in behind us do it too.
They were all unreal, like African Barbie dolls.
And then there was that little pastry shop on Amsterdam with the Ethiopian women working behind the counter. I think Ethiopians are the most beautiful race in the world.
When I first moved into my old apartment complex there was a woman that worked in the office that was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in person. Long, dark hair, dark eyes; she was from Pakistan, just breathtaking. I couldn’t quit staring.
FWIW I’ve never believed that pretty people, male or female, “don’t know” that they’re gorgeous. Of course they know, how could they not?
I thought that was you on the train Eve, you should have said hello.
There are articles written by people who used to be very good looking, but then who got older and lost their looks. Those articles are usually quite interesting.
I can believe that they don’t care or are uncomfortable about it (I’m no ten myself and female friends have yelled at me for “not noticing” that guys stare. I notice) but I do think they notice at least to degree. The most attractive guys I’ve ever known have definitely been aware of it.