it was a wonderful evening. just singing, dining, a bit of drinking. i'm looking at him and thinking 'God he's got such a hot, sexy face (my standards).' and the puzzling thing is that he either doesn't know it or just doesn't care. finally, a person so 'un'-conscious of his looks!
he'd prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it. weird when. you know that he could actually give any of his models, his subjects a run for their money. yeah, i'm that amazed.
if i had that face, i'd be out there working out like crazy to capitalize on the whole package. and id definitely be doing modeling. lol
but with more introspection, i realized how i'm really just projecting my values, my shallow values on to him. even my insecurities. if his is an attitude that just doesn't believe in these things, this vanity of vanities, then bless him. he really is so much better off not obsessed with the rat race of the physical.
and suddenly he just grew more handsome.
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