Lunch Date

Yes! I had a lunch date with a French dude today. He's been in the states for some time and is here on a business venture. He's quite successful too. I spent about $45 during lunch.

He promised me many things during our fleeting hour... "reduced facial expression lines", "a more radiant look around the eyes", "fewer wrinkles on my forehead in 3 weeks", and even "smoother skin overnight". I don't know whether to trust him or not, but I thought that I owe it to myself to give him a shot. I mean, I've believed more shallow things that I've been told over the years. Why not trust a flirty Frenchman? :)

So... I decided to place my trust and my youth or lack of, in his hands... I don't have a choice do I? In this shallow gay world, beauty is not just skin deep... it is our key to getting noticed. Inner beauty has no weight if outer beauty is not first perceived. It's the truth. It's reality. It's a cut throat world out there. As gay men, we have to constantly "beautify" ourselves, stay as "beautiful" as our significant other, or simply be "better looking" than the gay friend next to us.

Sigh... beauty... blame our childhood story books that brain-washed us since we were kids.... "Sleeping Beauty", "Cinderella", "Snow White", and of course... "Barbie"... yes... she's not a story book... she's just a biatch for dumping "Ken". I hope "Ken" is gay... at least he's more beautiful than that ugly gay "Billie". To think of it... I made Barbie clothes from scraps of fabric as a kid. I even broke her head off one time when I tried to outfit her in one of my sleekly designed night gowns. I guess she was fat.

What to do? What to do... when outer beauty is so important? I figured, one way is to date a Frenchman full of promises for a few weeks... meet my Frenchman... his name is Loreal...