I wonder if hot people turn themselves on (without being narcissistic).  With narcissism, someone can look like a shoe and still be self-preoccupied.    I'm sure what constitutes as sexy varies depending on the beholder, and to the narcissist, he or she probably believes that they're the real reason for reflections to exist, but what about people that a good number of people, themselves included, agree are spectacular - do they look at themselves and without contemplation or intention, get raw animal attractions?  Or would looking at themselves be like looking at family and no matter how hot your mother/father/sister etc. are, you don't feel anything other than warm fuzzy love-y dove-y feelings?

Occasionally I would see someone, and without knowing anything about that person, I would be madly attracted to that person and almost instantly 'what-if' scenarios would play in HD in my mind (my brain hasn't upgraded to blue-ray yet).  The infatuation - while crazily and wondefully over powering, is unreasonable and often short-lived, and so that was why I was wondering whether the people who turn me into a puddle ever do the same to themselves.

I can't believe Reader's Digest is planning on filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection.  Although I haven't met another person my age who had also grown up reading this magazine (the youngest person seem to be expecting grandparents), I have to admit I did (and OMG, now that I think about it, that might be why I developed such a taste for 'old people humor').  Before I had computers, I remember checking the mail every day after school for letters from pen-pals and once a month the Reader's Digest will arrive and I'll quickly read all the jokes first before replying to my pen-pals and then after my letters have been covered with colorful stickers and doodles and big red hearts around the names of my new crushes that I'm gushing about to my pen-pals, I'll finishing off the rest of the magazine.  It might take me a day or two, but I'll end up reading every article, even if I thought it was boring because until the next juicy update from my pen-pals or a trip to the public library, there won't be much reading material around.  Now, there is just too much information and too little time - I have piles of books and magazines next to my desk, sofa, and bed that I rarely find time to read because I'm jumping from random article to article online.

Raymond has been begging me to wear the boots he got me the last few times we went out but it's been frigging 94 -100 (34 - 37 C) outside.  It is not that I'll be uncomfortable, especially since I usually feel cold at restaurants or at the movies since the A/C is being blasted on high but I'm pretty sure I'll look silly wearing black knee high leather boots in this weather.  I'm not against wearing boots in the summer months and I'm actually pro the short shorts or short skirts with boots look despite logic but it really depends on the style and the weather since it can be decently cool in the summer at times.

It took me a long time, if not forever, for me to convince Raymond that I do like the boots except that it evades even my common sense to wear them now and guess what happens as soon as we're seated at the restaurant?  Just the biggest, "seeeeee..., I told you so" that I can get from Raymond.

Three really cute girls were seated at the table next to us and as I was envying one of the girl's super long hair and secretly eying the other's super-cute letter-mail shaped earrings (I mean who decides to make and sell earrings in the shape of an envelope with a stamp on it?), I casually glance down to under the table because one of the three were shaking her feet to her own beat and saw that another of the three were wearing boots.  And not the summer styles that I approve of, but a suede pair of black over-the-knee boots.  Granted she'll still stay fairly cool since her skirt was barely longer than her tank top and we were seated on metal chairs that had me debating on sitting on my napkin to keep my bum warm when I was first seated.  I was hoping that the other girl would stop shaking her feet so that Raymond might not notice the boots but exactly that moment, Raymond took that opportunity to elbow me with his silent "seeeee".

Then I realized I couldn't do it just because I didn't have the balls to do it.  It's got nothing to do with logic or common sense or weather - I am just worried that others might see me and think I'm a lunatic so I choose to play it safe instead.  Then I wondered if this was a case of J&E's LBC - but like I said, it really had nothing to do with comfort.  Well at least not physical comfort but maybe psychological comfort?  And maybe that was why she looked good in black suede despite it being 98F because she had the confidence to do so?