A friend and I had a discussion about how much it takes to be a "pretty girl." She was telling me how much it costs, how much it time it took, and so much more. I should have guessed; it just never crossed my mind.
I was working in a range today and saw two punks and their "pretty girl" friend. They were having a good time, giving other people a hard time, and hitting everything but the target big time.
I wondered about the girl. I wondered what she looked forward to in life. I wondered what she really thought of the two schmucks in the shooting stalls.
I also wondered how much she spend each month to attract the element she did.
I hope they turn out ok.
As for me, a pretty girl is fine, but I'll be waiting for the beautiful woman who--at least to me--looks her best when she wakes with tousled hair, no make-up and a smile.
Even if she doesn't think it's true.
