Many years
ago, when I was a girl-around-town I had a night out in London with a group of friends. We met a group of boys and sat huddled around
a table in a trendy bar having fun and fighting each other for the attention of
the gorgeous one. It was an outrageous night and as we got drunker, we were
doing the best we could to get a date with Mr Gorgeous. My mate, the Club 18-30
rep succeeded in swopping numbers with Mr Gorgeous and boy, did she gloat. Good
for her though, the best girl on the night won the prize. The rest of us were a tiny bit jealous but
had such a wicked night it didn’t matter.
The date
was actually a disaster! Club Rep met Mr
Gorgeous the following week in a bar and immediately noticed something about
him that none of us had noticed on a drunk dark night in the West End of
London. She excused herself to go to the ladies to powder her nose, then
swiftly ran away never to see Mr Gorgeous again! Ok it may not be politically
correct, but there is a lot of pressure on young single women to look good,
feel good and quite simply vanity and expectations get in the way of kindness
and sincerity. The nicer things in life are more important to us as we get
older.
I told this
story to the girls in the office this week to see what they would have done
when they noticed that Mr Gorgeous was not as perfect as we had first thought.
We had honest bitch that would have said, “sorry but this is just not going to
work”. We had Coward Bitch that would have also made a very quick exit and me,
who would probably have married the guy, loved him forever and had 2.4
children.
The moral
of the story is: Do not judge a book by its cover.
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