I suppose I’m not the best person to write about attraction.

I always find it extremely difficult to answer questions like, “what makes him/her attractive?” There seems to be no easy way to articulate things like that.

For example, I find Johnny Depp extremely hot because of his expressive eyes, but you could transpose those eyes onto Hilary Swank’s head and I still wouldn’t find her remotely attractive. I imagine it to be something like Conan O’Brien’s “If They Mated” segment, and the results are rarely pretty.

You can’t just say that this guy looks good because he has a nice nose, or that this girl is pretty because she has pouty lips. It just doesn’t work that way.

So why do people keep on asking you to describe your “type”? Is there really such a thing? You could string together a bunch of requirements for all the parts of the face, but rarely can you find someone who has the exact same mold as your so-called “type”. You could say, I like guys with longish hair that’s all messy (think Rukawa Kaede), then you meet someone who has the exact same hair but with a face akin to Long Mejia’s. Now that wouldn’t be so much attractive to you now, would it?

There are two reasons why this sudden obsession with attraction came up. First, and more seriously, I couldn’t find a decent way to explain to a friend/officemate why she was “attractive”(not in a lesbo way, mind you). I was seriously sloshed, too, by the way, so that could be partly the cause of my inarticulateness, but still.

It’s not that I’m the nitpicky type, you know, although I can be rather nasty when it comes to dishing out criticism. As far as I’m concerned, everyone on earth looks okay and there’s no such thing as “ugly”. By everybody, of course, I mean Jobert Sucaldito excluded. However, I do have extremely high standards for beauty, so if I say I think you’re pretty then I mean it.

What this rather senseless, long-winding ramble is supposed to mean, I have no idea. Which brings me to the REAl reason for this rather pointless post: I went to my usual haircutter last Saturday and came out of the place with an extremely craptastic haircut.

Lesson learned: when dealing with even the most experienced of parloristas (or as my sister puts it, manggugupit), never ever ever ever ever say these two words:

“Ikaw bahala.”

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