December 05, 2006 - 8:00 p.m.
Let's say you were blessed with naturally straight, pearly white teeth. Would you cherish you genetic gift, brush each tooth carefully after flossing? Or would you eat all sorts of junk food, sucking on lemons, leaving your dental care up to the tooth fairy? You reach middle age in need of emergency root canals, porcelain crowns, and all your wisdom teeth pulled. All because you refuse(d) to take good care of your teeth. If you were blessed with clear skin as a teen, would you shrug your shoulders and forget to wash your face, put on daily sunscreen. Puff cigarettes, cigars creating fine lines around your mouth. Reach middle age with skin cancer or noticeable aging. Crows feet and wrinkles.
I ramble on aesthetics. If you had to suffer any kind of bodily infliction in your teens, I'm almost certain you would take care of whatever was given to you, knowing there wasn't much room for future decline. It pains me to see beautiful people who were given their health on a silver platter only to carve up their bodies with a dull knife, pull out each shiny tooth with a string attached to a door knob to get a lousy quarter from the fairy.
Not sure why she is stalking me online. I would ask her very nicely to protect her light sensitive, fair skin. Count her blessings that she received good hair follicles. Highly encourage her to give up smoking. Pains me to see her picture tell the story of aging from weathered skin. In her heart there is loyalty. Even if misplaced. Honesty, I'm not sure of. Perhaps the poet inside cannot keep from slanting. Staying safe behind the layers of masking tape. She has been loyal to me on some level. Although promises were never spoken in a normal, face to face manner. Not sure I could live with a smoker. I'm staying at this casino hotel in a dry desert climate. My room is non-smoking. Yet the odor of cigarettes and stale smoke rise from the furnace. Crawl underneath the door jambs. Permeating my clothes, my eyes, my skin which I make great efforts to take care of each day with moisturizer and minimal makeup. My eyes are burning from the dry heat and smoke.
Luce remains elusive... in reality, in relationship to fantasy. Lena Headey would have to rank up there on my list of naturally beautiful women. Luce tried so hard to not interfere with another couple. But sometimes you just can't help yourself.
She held the room of women in awe ten years ago. I doubt she realized her seductive, enchanting spell. If I could go back in time, I would try to save her from her chain-smoking, beer drinking self. I wasn't free at the time. Had a husband and she had a boyfriend. I somehow ended up with a single woman because of the choices I made and the stress it put on my marriage. I should have realized monogamous relationships are the norm. Open-minded, poly ones seldom work for everyone involved. The lessons of a woman in her late thirties. The forty year old woman today is more cautious. Perhaps more cynical. But the caring heart, sincerity is still there for the most part. I require honesty above everything else. Loyalty is important. I would never minimize it. However, honesty is a testament to one's character. It speaks truth more than lies and tales. And wishful thinking.
~ Soldier Girl
