Web-Girl
A short time ago, I clicked on a link that one of my daily reads had posted. The link led me to one of the many T & A girlie sites that are available on the web. Similar to other such sites, this one had photographs of semi-clothed women in provocative poses with pouty lips and wanting eyes.
Although I had no desire to become a full-fledged member with all the benefits to the site for the low price of $7.95 per month, I decided to do a free browse that is available to all new visitors. I clicked through a few pages, seeing the stereotypical blonde Barbie, the grunge girl in boots, the Asian doll, the multi-pierced goth chick, the painted Maybelline lady, and the Bo Peep that had lost her sheep.
With my next click of the mouse, I saw a photograph of a woman with a beauty that was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Granted, she was clutching her bare breasts, but that wasn’t where her beauty shined. Her beauty was in the warm nature of her face, the long delicate lashes, and the softness of her lips. With her eyes closed, she almost appeared angelic. Even the artistic tattoo on her upper-left arm flowed easily as if it were always meant to be there.
Okay, I know she is just a web-girl looking to make an easy buck. And I probably did see far more into her than there actually was. Still, I see nothing wrong with enjoying beauty wherever it may exist, and if the beauty causes the mind to wander, so be it.
This brings me to the present, or more accurately, a couple of weeks ago. I was at Ala Moana Shopping Center, searching for something that a friend had asked me to find. While going from store to store, a familiar site caught my eye. That site was the tattooed left arm of the web-girl. I looked at the face and there was no question that it was her. She was here, in Hawaii. I wondered if she was visiting the islands or if she lived here. This wondering would be the last coherent thoughts I would have for the next few moments.
Now I’m not one to get starstruck. Through the years I have seen many celebrities in the islands and I’ve never felt the need to approach them. Most of them come to Hawaii to get away from all the fans, and I can respect that. However, in this case, she wasn’t really a celebrity, yet I allowed myself to get totally lost in the moment and without thinking, I approached her.
“Excuse me, aren’t you the woman on the web?”
If I could have grabbed those words from my mouth, I would have. Unfortunately, they rolled across my tongue before I realized that I was saying them. There I was, standing before her, with the capital letters of L for LOSER and D for DICK stamped across my forehead. She turned towards me in what felt like slow motion. It was her alright, but she looked much different from her photograph. She looked emotionally hardened and physically worn beyond her years.
“I usually don’t like when people approach me,” she said. I quickly raised both hands openly in front of me, wanting to apologize as well as deflect any verbal darts that she may decide to throw in my direction. “Okay, I’m so sorry,” I said. As I walked out of the store with my tail between my legs, I wondered why in the hell did I do that.