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Master Don Juan
There has been a plethora of posts about HB ratings and scales lately, and alot of misguided experts. Well I am here to save the day, just like Mighty Mouse! So please all of you fine and strong juans of Sosuave, please step aside for a moment and allow a lady a moment to reflect on the true meaning of beauty.
Paris Hilton is Fcuking ugly, you say.
What is your point!?
Well, let me tell you the point you seem to be missing here.
Some times I think that too many of you do not know how to truly appreciate beauty, or the beauty of a woman. You want some centerfold pullout airbrushed silicone enhanced version of a woman.
You have no appreciation for real curves that linger on the tips of your fingers long after she is gone. You have no appreciation for the curve of a smile. You have no appreciation for eyes the color of truth or spirit. You have no appreciation for lips lush enough to crush your heart just from their taste. The softness of the skin on the back of her neck. The strand of hair that is loose from the rest of the mass of tame tendrils. For an aristocratic nose that is descended from centuries of the women behind her.
You have no appreciation for character. You want to live in a sterilized house with a sterilized life and a sterilized wife who is in reality just a perfect blank canvass to paint your own ideas and fantasies on. You want to fall in love with yourself, because you love only yourself, and you have no idea how to love another, especially a woman. a real woman. With real character, and real features. Real beauty.
You can't buy beauty at a store, and beauty isn't something that is bred.
Why desire something that is perfect? If it is perfect, then is it truly beautiful? What does beauty mean to you? You want something that you can look at, but it is just perfect. It is not the kind of beauty that you can taste, or touch, or smell, or listen to. It isn't the kind of beauty that lingers. It isn't art. It is just sterile and...perfect.
What about the softness of her voice, the kind of soft little girl voice that makes you want to mimick her? What rating does that deserve? Is a woman with the kind of voice that haunts ever a HB2? What about a woman with hair that gives off the scent of rain and lilies every time you get close enough to notice? Can you measure that? What about the woman with skin the color of hot caramel, and a touch just as scorchingly smooth? What about a woman who's punani tastes like an exotic dessert that one would have to travel the seven seas to discover? How do you measure these things on a scale?
Some women are curvaceous and plush and there is more to love. And some of them are tiny and fragile, weaker than you - a man. How could you not appreciate that?
Some of you need to learn to appreciate. Not just women, I bet that this translates into other areas of your life. I bet you have no idea of the concept of sensuality.
HB2s? HB7s? Whaaaat? You keep trying to encode everything in life! As if formulas and numbers will some how give you power over your weakness and desire for woman. There are no rules of attraction. It defies logic. And numbers can never truly define a woman. Or beauty. Beauty is something you can not measure, and if you try to, the cost strips away the essense of that which you are trying to measure.
These numbers and logic are attempts to define the undefinable. You attempt to describe and define something you do not understand and can not control. But these numbers and rules that you invent come to you at a cost. The cost is the discovery of true beauty. Think outside of the box. Free your mind from this fear of what you do not understand.
Paris Hilton is Fcuking ugly, you say.
And about Nicole Kidman, you say:
about Penelope Cruz,
And then to actually read the debate over the "grading scale" of these beautiful women! Some of you seem to suggest a bell curve, it is ridiculous what I have been seeing here lately.
What is your point!?
Well, let me tell you the point you seem to be missing here.
Some times I think that too many of you do not know how to truly appreciate beauty, or the beauty of a woman. You want some centerfold pullout airbrushed silicone enhanced version of a woman.
You have no appreciation for real curves that linger on the tips of your fingers long after she is gone. You have no appreciation for the curve of a smile. You have no appreciation for eyes the color of truth or spirit. You have no appreciation for lips lush enough to crush your heart just from their taste. The softness of the skin on the back of her neck. The strand of hair that is loose from the rest of the mass of tame tendrils. For an aristocratic nose that is descended from centuries of the women behind her.
You have no appreciation for character. You want to live in a sterilized house with a sterilized life and a sterilized wife who is in reality just a perfect blank canvass to paint your own ideas and fantasies on. You want to fall in love with yourself, because you love only yourself, and you have no idea how to love another, especially a woman. a real woman. With real character, and real features. Real beauty.
You can't buy beauty at a store, and beauty isn't something that is bred.
Why desire something that is perfect? If it is perfect, then is it truly beautiful? What does beauty mean to you? You want something that you can look at, but it is just perfect. It is not the kind of beauty that you can taste, or touch, or smell, or listen to. It isn't the kind of beauty that lingers. It isn't art. It is just sterile and...perfect.
What about the softness of her voice, the kind of soft little girl voice that makes you want to mimick her? What rating does that deserve? Is a woman with the kind of voice that haunts ever a HB2? What about a woman with hair that gives off the scent of rain and lilies every time you get close enough to notice? Can you measure that? What about the woman with skin the color of hot caramel, and a touch just as scorchingly smooth? What about a woman who's punani tastes like an exotic dessert that one would have to travel the seven seas to discover? How do you measure these things on a scale?
Some women are curvaceous and plush and there is more to love. And some of them are tiny and fragile, weaker than you - a man. How could you not appreciate that?
Some of you need to learn to appreciate. Not just women, I bet that this translates into other areas of your life. I bet you have no idea of the concept of sensuality.
HB2s? HB7s? Whaaaat? You keep trying to encode everything in life! As if formulas and numbers will some how give you power over your weakness and desire for woman. There are no rules of attraction. It defies logic. And numbers can never truly define a woman. Or beauty. Beauty is something you can not measure, and if you try to, the cost strips away the essense of that which you are trying to measure.
These numbers and logic are attempts to define the undefinable. You attempt to describe and define something you do not understand and can not control. But these numbers and rules that you invent come to you at a cost. The cost is the discovery of true beauty. Think outside of the box. Free your mind from this fear of what you do not understand.
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