Feelings Make Melinda Pretty
Dear [Melinda],
Oh shucks. You wouldn’t show me your feet? I truly hope you trust me not to reject you just because you have rough soles. No. No pedicured or adorable feet are necessary. At least, not in your case. My feelings make me see only your beauty.
When the right feelings occur, oddities in a lady’s physical form don’t seem to matter as much. I don’t fully understand the psychology, though I believe strongly in the idea. Surely the cosmetics industry would rather women not learn this because if they did, then cosmetics commerce would slow to almost no volume at all. Imagine if the conviction became wide-spread that women only need makeup during the first few minutes of new relationships, and that it thus plays no proven role in sustaining a love affair over the long term. Economic calamity to be sure.
Nonetheless, in spite of the great stock people place in makeup’s perceived benefits, there’s an ineffable trait about deep attraction which appears at first to be contradictory. But over time, whatever it is that makes us truly love someone seems unaffected by makeup, clothes, the softness of one’s skin, Etc.. That is: Attraction in the heart of he who desires the woman seems to spawn largely from her physical form. Yet once the romance takes off, small to moderate “imperfections” in that form do not diminish the feelings initially inspired by that form. Interesting that what, in the beginning is so necessary to fan romance to life, lessens in importance later on. Once big enough, the fire keeps burning, and no matter that the spark that started it goes out. In fact, once the fire reaches a roaring din, the spark seems quite small and insignificant, though before ignition that same spark was all the light there was, and seemed a much more significant force. I suggest that our history makes things like [your] rough feet and bunions [that you've mentioned] inconsequential in my eyes. Your feet may be a bit rough. But to me, they’ll always be the beautiful, kissable feet of a queen who fully deserves a man’s worship. So I urge you not to be self-conscious of their condition because our time knowing each other has created a sort of aura around you that hides your marks. I only see the beauty in you.
There. Now you have a small taste of the sort of philosophizing I’m doing in my book. J Comments welcome, even if you hate it.
