I love beautiful people. Not super model beautiful people. Most supermodels are part plastic, and on magazine covers we all know the great miracles computers can do. A little more here... a little less there... et voila, you have the perfect human being.
But no, it's not that kind of beauty I'm talking about.
I'm talking about beautiful people I encounter all around me. My friends (specifically Shady Lady at Wicked. I was just blown away by how beautiful she looked in her dress and with her make up), my family, but also strangers. I met a friend this morning, who walked into the building at Village with her yoga mat... and she glowed, she was beautiful, and she looked very happy. I stared at her, because I thought, "Wow, how beautiful is she."
Another time I saw a dad at Hallmark. He stood in front of the birthday cards with his daughter, picking out cards for "mommy's birthday". This man was so beautiful to me, the way he was holding his card, reading it, and at the same time he was helping his daughter decide, which card she wanted. I stood right around the corner and watched that little scene, and I was so fascinated and in love with both of them.
I thoroughly enjoy watching people, and I go out of my way to tell them that I think they're beautiful, if I feel they are okay hearing it. I love eyes, and lips, I quite enjoy a face full of freckles. I took belly dancing lessons, and one of the teachers was a young woman with a funky hairdo and butterfly tattoos up and down her back. She was gorgeous, and I couldn't help staring at her. :)
So, if you ever meet me, and you find I'm staring at you, you're probably right. I am. The reason is quite likely that I find you beautiful.