I WANT TO TELL HER
I want to tell her. I want to tell a librarian, at the North York Central Library, what a pleasure it is to look at her simple, natural beauty. She wears no makeup. Many would call her a “Plain Jane,” but I don’t see a “Plain Jane.” I see a natural beauty with smooth skin and lovely eyes. How nice to see eyebrows in their natural place instead of crawling all over her forehead like caterpillars.
The less makeup a woman wears, the more attractive she is.
I also want to tell her how courageous she is not to wear any makeup. Good for her! She knows that she doesn’t need makeup to be beautiful.
I don’t want to date her. I don’t want to marry her. I don’t want to have her children. I only want to tell her how I admire her beauty and courage.
Alas, in these politically correct times my words could be interpreted as sexual harassment. So I play it safe and say nothing. I try to stare at her without her noticing, and find excuses to talk to her when she is at the Reference Desk.
Perhaps one day I will find the courage to tell her how beautiful and courageous she is. In the meantime, I hope that she reads this and knows that it is about her.