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I'm going to go on and on about an opinion of mine. If you don't want to read it, don't click the link thing. DUH.
I just got back from traveling to New York, Atlanta, and Savannah. I have discovered that each place has a different outlook on peoples appearance. For example, in New York: Yes, there was a high standard for models and there look, but for the normal average teenage girl. My studies were directed toward peoples thoughts and reactions to me. Yes, self-centered, I know. I tried to change my image at least twice a day to see the reactions of the same people, if I saw them again. I was amazed at how much it didn't matter what my clothes looked like, or how my hair was set. I noticed many people looking at me when I wore all black, but just the same number of people when I wore blue or pink.
I also wanted to see the reaction from guys. I'm not talking about the men that sit outside begging for money and such, b/c they looked at everything that crossed there path with a look of lust. Which is disturbing...But, I judged the reactions of the guys who stopped to talk to me. Yes, I actually had a few talk to me. I was sitting outside a dinner waiting for my mother, when a guy sat next to me. Now, I might add. That I was at a table with two chairs, and there were many open at other tables. He sits down and says hello. He didn't look at my clothes, from what I could tell, so I didn't make note of that. Being a very shy person to new people, I just said hi and went back to drawing. He actually tried to make conversation with me. There were a few words back and forth, but I managed to figure out what his name was, and where he was from. He actually lived in New York, but not the city. Now, let me tell you. This guy was just short of being the most attractive guy I've ever met. So don't think he was just an average guy. I sadly, didn't get to get a screen name or anything like that, because right as we started actually talking, my mother came out of the store and said we needed to get going because we had a play to catch. I said my goodbyes and left. I actually saw him again when we were driving to the airport. He was walking in Central Park. This guy, was just one in many guys I had chatted with, and I have come to a conculsion..sort of. It seems to me that the guys in the northern parts of America aren't as strict on the looks of girls. At least that’s what I've come up with. I might be wrong, but until I'm proven wrong I'll still think I'm right. ^__^.
I'm done now, goodbye to all. No harsh comments please.
I just got back from traveling to New York, Atlanta, and Savannah. I have discovered that each place has a different outlook on peoples appearance. For example, in New York: Yes, there was a high standard for models and there look, but for the normal average teenage girl. My studies were directed toward peoples thoughts and reactions to me. Yes, self-centered, I know. I tried to change my image at least twice a day to see the reactions of the same people, if I saw them again. I was amazed at how much it didn't matter what my clothes looked like, or how my hair was set. I noticed many people looking at me when I wore all black, but just the same number of people when I wore blue or pink.
I also wanted to see the reaction from guys. I'm not talking about the men that sit outside begging for money and such, b/c they looked at everything that crossed there path with a look of lust. Which is disturbing...But, I judged the reactions of the guys who stopped to talk to me. Yes, I actually had a few talk to me. I was sitting outside a dinner waiting for my mother, when a guy sat next to me. Now, I might add. That I was at a table with two chairs, and there were many open at other tables. He sits down and says hello. He didn't look at my clothes, from what I could tell, so I didn't make note of that. Being a very shy person to new people, I just said hi and went back to drawing. He actually tried to make conversation with me. There were a few words back and forth, but I managed to figure out what his name was, and where he was from. He actually lived in New York, but not the city. Now, let me tell you. This guy was just short of being the most attractive guy I've ever met. So don't think he was just an average guy. I sadly, didn't get to get a screen name or anything like that, because right as we started actually talking, my mother came out of the store and said we needed to get going because we had a play to catch. I said my goodbyes and left. I actually saw him again when we were driving to the airport. He was walking in Central Park. This guy, was just one in many guys I had chatted with, and I have come to a conculsion..sort of. It seems to me that the guys in the northern parts of America aren't as strict on the looks of girls. At least that’s what I've come up with. I might be wrong, but until I'm proven wrong I'll still think I'm right. ^__^.
I'm done now, goodbye to all. No harsh comments please.