the young lady who greeted us at the little italian place on the corner last night was hot. i mean hot. late 20's i'd say, with a perfect body and stunning smile. her dress was a clingy taupe with a ruffle at the bottom as if her slip was showing. we used to worry about that when i was younger - slips showing. seems now it's a sign of fashion instead of poor planning.
her neckline and backline plunged deep on both sides, creamy golden skin, luscious breasts and a slender neck. her movements were so graceful and relaxed - i remembered what it was like to move that way when i didn't have to hold anything in. everthing in perfect proportion, to the delight of various and subtle onlookers.
the women at the table to my left were hot at some point i guessed, they had the markings of former hotties. now they were in their 50's and 60's with smart turtlenecks, safe hairstyles, updated eyeware and nice manicures. very sensible women, these. and seemingly very comfortable with themselves.
i watched them order cosmopolitans, left hands lightly resting on their husbands' wedding bands, and then i glanced back at the gorgeous young woman and tried to visualize that span of time between the hostess stand and the dinner table. i thought to myself - i know i am now seated closer to the pretty ladies, but i remember that heat, a long time ago. when did we all go from hot to not? a gradual process i supposed.
it's all about getting older, and being fine with where we end up. if we don't like how we are turning out we certainly can take charge and change things - a few less desserts and glasses of wine, more trips to the gym.
how boring is that.
and anyway, if i am no longer hot, at least i'm still charming.
charming is hot, too, isn't it?
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