Late Night Beautiful People
Late night beautiful people. I wonder where they come from. So late at night. At 3 AM and hours like it. This dude in the passenger van looked so beautiful, my heart ached. The contours in his face were awesome. In a casual shirt and shorts, his fat-like body, so fine in shape, bulges, and curves, was beautiful too. Then this pretty girl stepped in and he smiled because they knew each other, and his smile was a deadly weapon against all stressful elements of the day. It was small but it was powerful, like a grenade. And the girl, did I say pretty, was not bad either. I mean not bad as in beautiful. "Ang aga mo ngayon ah," he said. And it sounded like he really did mean aga. As in early. At 3 AM, without irony. I know this because the answer was without irony too. "Pang-ilan mo na yon?" he asked jokingly, pertaining to this guy whom the pretty girl was kissing moments before she entered the van. I saw this kiss and it was beautiful too. Like real. I wanted to be in the middle of that kiss because it was beautiful. And that kiss-armed guy, I barely had a chance to check him out, but he didn't seem too bad-looking either. "Asawa ko yon" was the pretty girl's reply. And I wonder how these beautiful people all moved about in just one circle, at so late a night.
I wonder what could have happened if the pretty girl didn't enter that van. Because before she did, the beautiful guy with the beautifl contours, fat-like body, and aura of unmistakable deliciousness, was locking eyes with me. In the dim light filtered through the windows, his eyes were beautiful. He looked like he was ready to beat me up. Or, he looked like he was ready to kiss me right there. I realize there's a thin line between these two looks. They both signify intense feelings that set the eyes ablaze. Anyone could have been as confused as I was. I was reminded of that time I was locking eyes with the guy with the big orange bag who turned out to be a Ginoong Filipinas contestant, and in that particular case, the stealing glances turned out to mean something along the lines of lust and desire, or at least attraction. It could have been the same case right here. Or maybe not. We can't assume these things just because they happened before. With beautiful men at so late a night.
The other night, I was at my favorite fastfood joint, enjoying a combo meal and a comic book, when this couple, a girl and a guy, walked in. They were two walking examples of what it is to be pleasing to the eye. They had faces out of a catalog, and they were groomed good enough for a catalog as well. I wondered how they could be so beautiful at so late a night. I wondered where they'd come from, not just during that night, but ever, on earth. The guy and the girl looked a bit alike, like siblings, but they're likely lovers. And I wondered how two beautiful people could find each other like that. Had they always been beautiful separately? Or did their fateful meeting transform them into the beautiful creatures they are now? I observed them as they ate, as I ate, and noticed the imperfections. How the guy's smile, though cute in braces, wasn't his best feature. He looked better pouting. And I sensed a kind of lack of truth to the way they looked. As in not very real. I wondered if perhaps their faces had been cosmetically, surgically enhanced. But maybe they just seemed unreal to me because I find the whole prospect of seeing people who looked like them at so late a night a bit unreal, in the first place. They finished their meal before I did, taking out their leftover fries in a plastic bag, and they hopped into their snazzy-looking automobile with the snazzy mag wheels, and I wondered how they could be so affluent, so beautiful, at so late a night. I sort of detected this assumed affluence even before I saw the car because of their get-up and the general well-off manner of their movement. But of course this affluence may have been just an illusion, as beauty can also be. As in, who pays for your car, the car insurance, your nose, and the nose insurance? Is there a person or a group of persons behind your unreal presence in my world at so late a night?
I wonder if the late night beautiful people will create the same impact if placed in the bright warm clarity of daytime. Will they seem more normal? Blend with the folk of all modes of appearances? Or will they look like ghosts who belong to a different dimension? Will they be more unreal or more real? If I see this beautiful dude with the fine contours and fat-like deliciousness in the harsh sunlight or even indoors but in the context of a busy working well-lit day outside, will he seem to me more accessible? Or less so? In the case that he likes me, will I seem to him a part of his world, even though he's beautiful in many ways that I am not?
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Aside. Also tonight at the passenger van, I was sitting directly across a medium-size tranny in a white spaghetti strap and thick blonde hair. I think he she likes me because she was making pa-cute with her eyes, hehe. Either that, or smell niya ko.
I wonder what could have happened if the pretty girl didn't enter that van. Because before she did, the beautiful guy with the beautifl contours, fat-like body, and aura of unmistakable deliciousness, was locking eyes with me. In the dim light filtered through the windows, his eyes were beautiful. He looked like he was ready to beat me up. Or, he looked like he was ready to kiss me right there. I realize there's a thin line between these two looks. They both signify intense feelings that set the eyes ablaze. Anyone could have been as confused as I was. I was reminded of that time I was locking eyes with the guy with the big orange bag who turned out to be a Ginoong Filipinas contestant, and in that particular case, the stealing glances turned out to mean something along the lines of lust and desire, or at least attraction. It could have been the same case right here. Or maybe not. We can't assume these things just because they happened before. With beautiful men at so late a night.
The other night, I was at my favorite fastfood joint, enjoying a combo meal and a comic book, when this couple, a girl and a guy, walked in. They were two walking examples of what it is to be pleasing to the eye. They had faces out of a catalog, and they were groomed good enough for a catalog as well. I wondered how they could be so beautiful at so late a night. I wondered where they'd come from, not just during that night, but ever, on earth. The guy and the girl looked a bit alike, like siblings, but they're likely lovers. And I wondered how two beautiful people could find each other like that. Had they always been beautiful separately? Or did their fateful meeting transform them into the beautiful creatures they are now? I observed them as they ate, as I ate, and noticed the imperfections. How the guy's smile, though cute in braces, wasn't his best feature. He looked better pouting. And I sensed a kind of lack of truth to the way they looked. As in not very real. I wondered if perhaps their faces had been cosmetically, surgically enhanced. But maybe they just seemed unreal to me because I find the whole prospect of seeing people who looked like them at so late a night a bit unreal, in the first place. They finished their meal before I did, taking out their leftover fries in a plastic bag, and they hopped into their snazzy-looking automobile with the snazzy mag wheels, and I wondered how they could be so affluent, so beautiful, at so late a night. I sort of detected this assumed affluence even before I saw the car because of their get-up and the general well-off manner of their movement. But of course this affluence may have been just an illusion, as beauty can also be. As in, who pays for your car, the car insurance, your nose, and the nose insurance? Is there a person or a group of persons behind your unreal presence in my world at so late a night?
I wonder if the late night beautiful people will create the same impact if placed in the bright warm clarity of daytime. Will they seem more normal? Blend with the folk of all modes of appearances? Or will they look like ghosts who belong to a different dimension? Will they be more unreal or more real? If I see this beautiful dude with the fine contours and fat-like deliciousness in the harsh sunlight or even indoors but in the context of a busy working well-lit day outside, will he seem to me more accessible? Or less so? In the case that he likes me, will I seem to him a part of his world, even though he's beautiful in many ways that I am not?
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Aside. Also tonight at the passenger van, I was sitting directly across a medium-size tranny in a white spaghetti strap and thick blonde hair. I think he she likes me because she was making pa-cute with her eyes, hehe. Either that, or smell niya ko.