Subtleties of Beauty

Text Box: Everyday for the past month we caught the same train in the morning to work. She always carried a small Victoria's Secret bag with her lunch and a book to read. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she possessed something that if asked to describe it; I would be unable to find the words to aptly describe the intangible details of her beauty. She wouldn't stand out in a crowd, stop traffic on a busy gridlock day in Manhattan, but she had a certain something. She was the kind of woman that as a girl she wore her shyness in the way she walked; almost uncertain that if she should take another step someone might notice her and attempt to make her acquaintance. The first time she sat down next to me on the train I was fast asleep, but my senses were awakened by the intoxicating scents dancing on a humid summer breeze coming from her to greet my nose. Without even knowing it was her scent intoxicating me, I breathed her into my soul and allowed her invisible touch to awaken my tired eyes. My eyes struggled to make the transition from utter darkness into brilliant sunlight. A few rapid squints and my surroundings came back into focus. A few people were busy reading the newspapers, books and taking quick sips of their morning cup of darkness. Lost in their own personal thoughts and contemplating the path of their lives they were oblivious to the dance which was about to ensue between Elena and Blank. They saw the physical beings sitting before them, but layered beneath that was a complexity of emotions, lost dreams that seemed out of reach but life has a funny way of rewarding its true believers when least expected. The only empty seat on the train was next to me, but she stopped at the train door pretending not to see it. The weight of my stare made her Text Box: cautiously look up from her book, and our eyes locked glances. A shiver of excitement ran through my body, and I suppressed the smile I was feeling inside. With my eyes, I motioned her to the empty seat and she came somewhat reluctantly. She walked like a woman uncomfortable in her beauty-almost apologetic that was God blessed with unique features. On this summer day, she wore a navy blue business suit with a pink open collared blouse underneath. Her long black hair was pulled in a bun to show off the sharp features of her face. Her nose was razor thin and lips seemingly always on the cusp of inviting a kiss. She sat down in one slow motion and afforded me a full view of her nicely shaped ass. Another shiver ran through me as my x-ray vision saw through her skirt and imagined my lips kissing her pear shaped ass and running. Her skirt rode up about six inches above her ankles exposing shapely legs and I imagined my hands gently massaging them through her laced pantyhose. The feel of pantyhose against the inner palm of my hands always gave me goosebumps. A patch of moisture formed on my upper lip and I quickly wiped it away. I closed my eyes to enhance the experience. Small details are seemingly missed when we are too aware of the moment, of the situation we inhabit as it is taking life. If my eyes weren’t closed I would have missed when she briefly turned in my direction before she sat down. Her breath smelled like Chamomile tea mixed with Forbidden Secret by Victoria’s Secret. My face felt alive and if she could see what that one brief, seemingly inconsequential thing was doing to me; she would be amazed at her own seductive powers. Far too many women are unaware the power they can wield over a man when it’s used at the appropriate time. Anything that’s done too often loses its significance and such power should be used wisely, judiciously.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: A beautiful lady of equal appeal boarded the train and sat directly across from us. There was something too processed about her beauty as if she was trying too hard. She looked too perfect. Nothing was left to chance. She lacked spontaneity. Not one hair was out of place and her makeup was flawless like that of a mannequin. She pulled out the latest issue of the latest hair magazine and flipped to the page she was reading. My eyes were happy to make her acquaintance, but she didn’t intoxicate my senses or cause my thoughts to linger. Before you can capture a man’s full attention his imagination you must own. Once you have that he will have less cause to stray to satisfy those secret thoughts he has of you during the middle of the day when his mind searches for some mental satisfaction. I know of what I speak. There’s nothing worse than in a relationship than to be mentally bored when you find your partner uninteresting and stupid. You can’t hide that. You can always hide sexual disinterest with practiced ease of an actor who’s done one too many movies of the week. It becomes second nature. She was engrossed in her book; one that I had read a few months ago and so I felt as if we were having a silent conversation because we were reading the same words, maybe having the same thoughts. I could feel her smiling without even having to look at her. Her smile radiated through her entire body and sent instant vibrations to mine. My hands idled on my knees and my fingers tap-danced to music that only I could hear. A sigh of satisfaction whispered through her lips and I wanted to share the moment with her, but I had to be satisfied for now with just being close enough that our knees were now touching. It was more of a slight, inadvertent brush of the knees. Fabric touching fabric making an acquaintance that we had been unable to make ourselves because of our various insecurities about rejection. What if I said hello and the smile I just glimpsed radiated for me, and I would know she had wanted to smile for me forever. Sitting here in silence I would never know if our hearts were communicating the same thoughts, but our minds were adrift somewhere else searching for something that was only as far as a touch away. The train jolted forward as if it was shot out of a cannon and then lurched to a sudden stop. Everything and everybody went flying in all directions. Coffee was spilled and now permeated the air with its aroma, commuters went crashing into each other and as quickly as chaos ensued; it just as quickly dissipated and left in its wake battle tested New Yorkers who maneuvered their way through the perils of the subway system everyday. It happened so fast that if you were in a deep sleep, the entire episode Text Box: wouldn’t have even nudged you from your sleep. That’s how quickly things can happen when you least expect it. In the momentary chaos her book fell from her hands, and I bent down to pick it up. I imagined it was her I was touching as I caressed its spine with my fingertips, and thumbed through a few pages as she was still unaware it had fallen. The book jacket was still warm from resting on her lap and I let its warmth bring me closer to her. It’s funny how such a small thing can mean so much to one person and wouldn’t even register on the scale of importance to someone else. Long after this moment has passed I will be able to recount even the most inconsequential detail when I recall this encounter. A detail is now occurring and my memory of eyes and hands will record it for posterity. Thank you she says as I hand her back her book. Our fingers touch and electricity flows through my fingertips and ping-pongs through my entire body and I am paralyzed by her mere touch. I can’t even tell you if she smiled or frowned at me because during that half a second nothing made sense, everything made sense and if pressed I would even admit to finding God. Only God is able to create a being as beautiful as a woman who even in her silence leaves her audience in awe and she has yet to even say a word. When you’re in the presence of greatness it’s best to just keep quiet, stay out of the way and observe. Along the way you just might learn something that will help you understand yourself, your life and the woman you claim to love a little better. The attempt is worth the effort and in her eyes you’re successful just because you tried to do something just for her. After all, isn’t she deserving of the best you have to offer when you she gives you hers without even thinking twice because to be a woman is to be a giver. Courage came to me without analyzing the ramifications of rejection. A beautiful woman was sitting next to me and the least I could do was say hello. You never know how far hello will take you. It can get you a smile, a smile can lead to a candlelight dinner, dinner can lead to a walk through Central Park and your first kiss, that first kiss can lead to passionate nights and those nights can turn into a beautiful love. That love will turn into the foundation of your life for the next fifty years. All because you said hello to a beautiful woman. “Hello…” Dean Jean-Pierre 2-24-06 Twelve Forty in the am