2009-03-12
It's the Principle
Lately, I've had this weird thing that I always expected prove to be true.
The difference between the West Coast standard of beauty and the Midwest standard of beauty is great, and I don't mean "great" like, "Yay! Arms wide-open out here!"
I have been thinking about this because it's a gut-feeling I've had for quite sometime. it started when I realized that I get hit on all the time when I am out in Carbondale or Chicago and that I never get hit on when I'm out in Tucson.
On Facebook, most of the Midwestern people comment on pictures and tell me that I look really great. Part of it is that the last time many of them saw me, I was a sad excuse for myself but part of it is that I really am photogenic and I look really great right now. I am an athlete now and it shows.
Once in awhile, I'll do the Internet dating thing. It's a good way to stay in practice. I've never been bowled over but I never have crazy expectations, either. If it's been a long time for a date, I either answer or place an ad, no harm no foul.
I placed an ad not too long ago and, swear to God, same pictures:
One guy told me I was less than hot and looked like a tranny.
Another guy told me when we met up for dinner that I was not as attractive as he thought I'd be.
And then there are all the dudes who do not respond.
It's honestly all the empirical evidence that I need to confirm waht I suspected - in the Midwest, I'm a total babe.
In close proximity to Southern California, I'm Fugly - capital "F", Fucking Ugly.
I'm shallow enough to let this be the Number One reason I want to move back to the Midwest, like St. Louis or Indy.
I'm hot there.
Here? I'm the weird-looking chick who isn't quite ethnic looking but isn't quite wasp looking who should lose 20 pounds or get a boob job.
It's not as much fun as being a dish, even if that comes with cold winters and lower property values.
I miss being noticable.
arizonasarah at 4:05 p.m.