A Lesson

You see that girl over there? No, not that one. THAT one. The one with the low cut shirt, the tight pants, and free smile. Admiring the curve of her ass, the bouncing life of her breasts? Oh, I am sorry, are you made uncomfortable by such language? Alright, let's back up. You could say something nice about her hair, or her lovely complexion. Use all the compliments in your awkward “gentleman's” repertoire.

Let's do a quick recap here, what are complimenting her on again? Her breasts? No, her lovely hair, right? Her ass? No, no, I am mistaken, you are simply entranced by her lovely skin. I am picking up a pattern. Have you even looked this girl in the eyes? All these nice things you want to say her, and the obscene ones, we both know you're better than, all have one thing in common. Can you guess what it is?

Flesh. Skin. Body. Not one mention of her soul, her heart. Because all those things you want to say, all those things you're thinking just translate to: What's this sticky stuff on my hand?

Try this: Pretend she's a person (I know this is a revolution of thought, but just bear with me), pretend she's a person, with her own dreams, fears, aspirations, hopes, likes, dislikes, quirks, damage, beauty, potential, and flaws. Now let's pretend you are also a person, with your own dreams, fears, aspirations, hopes, likes, dislikes, quirks, damage, beauty, potential, and flaws, now ask yourself, what would you want to hear, what would make you feel loved? Someone complimenting your ass? Commenting on the tightness of your abs? Or, maybe, just maybe, what would really make your day is someone saying what a nice smile you have, how well spoken you are, how interesting that project you're working on is.