When is fugly hot?

21 Jun

Fugly is as fugly does.

In Starbucks, at this very moment, is possibly the most attractive woman I have ever seen.

Like a Sport Illustrated model with more of that classic bombshell mystique.

At the same time, is just about the ugliest woman I have ever had the displeasure of being stuck in a room with.

And they are both the same woman.

I don’t care how hot you are, being a truly unpleasant person makes for a lot of ugly.

And, trust me, I am more than willing to put up with a lot for hot.

I am your typical pig when it comes to this sort of thing.

When she first came thru the door, every set of testicles in the building turned to look.

But within 2-3 minutes they stopped looking.

It was subtle, but you could see it.

So I began watching her for a different reason.

She was arrogant, but when a woman looks like that, it is not out of place to be a little diva-ish.

It was about another couple of minutes before I caught it.

There is a set to the eyes that some people get when they truly dislike something or someone and they are briefly reminded of it.

And this woman had that look every half second or so.

Like she hated the whole world.

Its like a peek into an ugly soul and has the same effect as dumping dogshit on a bouquet of roses.

I have thought a lot about this subject before and have come to the conclusion that Its ok to hate a total stranger.

Might even be healthy, in a way.

A lot of people will try to tell you that you have to be positive, that negativity never solves anything.

Bullshit, good or bad, negative shit does a lot of things in this life.

Ask the survivors of Hiroshima if negative shit didn’t change the course of their lives.

Not a good thing, but still.

Now, you may be asking what an insanely hot woman with oily feeling soul has to do with an atomic bomb?

No clue, I just work here.

Its more of a karmic comparison more than anything.

You have to wonder about the man she has at home, if there is one.

He is a mental emotional thrill seeker of sorts, because you KNOW she is half crazy, in bed or out.

The kind of crazy where you end up with her lovely, delicate hand gripping the base of your scrotum will her other hand is gesturing wildly with a straight razor.

An ugly way to wake up, but the make up sex is mind blowing.

How the hell did I end up there?

Must be spring in the air.

Or I could just be a twisted asshole.

Take your pick.

Either way, keep it to yourself.

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Posted by on June 21, 2013 in Uncategorized


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