Monday, June 12, 2006

Like a Flower

On the bus yesterday I saw a guy giving a young woman the once-over, which is Brit speak for leering at what the girl did not have on. Then again, who am I to judge? I occasionally give guys the once-over.

Looking at someone you find attractive is rather like admiring beautiful flowers. Unlike flowers you can look but can't touch unless you're given permission.

As I walked home later I saw a single red rose on the pavement. I picked it up, admired it, had a good sniff, then gave it to my mother to enjoy.

My body is a beautiful flower. You're welcome to enjoy it from a distance, maybe.