A kitty litter cover up…
I was invited to a party.
I walked through the door of the penthouse with a half feeling of dread, rising to the surface from the boiling pot of presumption and stereotypical thoughts swirling around in my mind.
My best friend looked at me and said , “ Uh, I think we are in pre-baby boomer land.”
I swallowed and replied back, “Pre- baby boomer my ass. We are in the land of Pre-nupers!”
20 something’s that are living off of trust funds in multi million dollar penthouses where the paintings on the walls are enough to make a mature art collector salivate- yet the owner is on the couch showing off his highest score on the latest video games- not the art collection.
I walked out on the balcony and just did what I do best…
I observed the sea of people before me.
I watched as the 20 something girls, who strangely enough all in some way resembled each other. Even though there were blonde’s(mostly), red heads and brunettes.
I watched these girls with there thousands of dollars of accessories and their hair tossing and their spray on tans…
I looked at the handbags and the shoes and the designer clothing-
And I thought to myself, what does this remind me of?
I was not being judgmental, only taking an honest observation of the scene I found myself in. I like my handbags, shoes and accessories too.
These girls had everything you could possibly need to be “hot” or be the center of attention. Minus one attribute.
Mystery.
Not one of them had that mystique that captures men and stops them in their tracks.
Not one of them had the perfume of intrigue that you can pick up from across the room on a sensuous woman.
I pointed that out to my friend. She agreed.
Again I asked myself what does this remind me of?
The handbags and shoes and jewelry and dresses?
And then it came to me-
Kitty litter.
Yep. That is what came to me.
Kitty litter.
A cat can do its business and sit there over and over making sure that mess gets covered up.
But after all its hard work and underneath all the litter?
MESS is still there.
Kind of like the handbags. You can dress yourself up with the best, work really hard to make sure it is all “covered” up-
But underneath it is still a MESS.
My friend and I laughed at these young guys, realizing that they probably wouldn’t even know what to do with themselves outside of this “litter box”.
I decided to do a little test and told my friend, “Let’s try something. I am going to pick a guy and make eye contact with him. I am going to hold his gaze, unapologetically. I am going to stop his conversation in mid-sentence- I am going to make him blush like a little girlJ.”
She laughed and was up for the experiement.
We stood, backs against the counter when I spotted my contestant.
He was in a conversation with a couple of people, facing me.
I looked at him, he looked up at me- I did not look away. I did not smile. My lips slightly parted, I just stared.
My friend had to turn around to keep from laughing, because he literally lost it. He couldn’t complete his sentence. Lost all concentration. Became so nervous he started fidgeting with his shirt and his pockets. Like a little school boy.
My best friend whispered under her breath, “Wow, that is amazing. It is like he has never seen a woman before.”
Yet, he was in a room full of them.
Sensuality is a missing chip in a lot of the girls I witness today. That art form that old Hollywood portrayed so well.
Sensuality is not cheap or easy. It is wealth and an inner richness a woman possessess.
It is not contrived-
It is mystery and intrigue in its finest.
Inner confidence that has nothing to do with materialism or the strive for perfection.
The modern day Geisha. That can hold a man’s gaze and make him weak. That can carry on any conversation with knowledge and wit. That has mastered world knowledge and the arts. Multi dimensional like a kaleidoscope.
A Goddess.
And it comes from confidence of your whole nature. Knowing who you are and what you want.
Accepting yourself, the good and the not so good. Relying on more than the material for happiness and inner power or self assurance.
A woman, who when the lights go down, knows and loves herself all the more for it.
Not kitty litter cover up.
Or Prada and Jimmy ChooJ
Tags: art collections, dating, geisha, love, men, mystery, old hollywood, penthouses, relationships, sensuality, trust funds, women
Thank you, thank you, thank you! You nailed it so perfectly! I am so glad to know there are women out there (Goddesses like you) who live and play at a much, much deeper, intimate, authentic, sensual and absolutely beautiful level.
I rejoice in knowing there is the opportunity for us Warriors among the menfolk to find their match, at the same time knowing that one false move with a Goddess will result in annihilation! Authenticity is the only way.
Thank you for sharing this.
PB&J
Barry.
Very true, missing in a lot of women….Nothing more attractive than a woman that makes us think, and bring us back to the days of middle school dances, when you ALL were a mystery
You are too funny…I remember being that ‘boy’ in my early 20’s and that happening to me. I remember back then I thought I knew it all…only to find out, I knew nothing. She was a brunette in a black dress, who was across the living room standing behind a party foldaway chair, like she was waiting for someone to come back and sit down. It was my friends birthday party and all of his family was there (she was a cousin I had not met). I was trying to talk to this other girl who my friend had invited, for me to meet. I couldn’t believe what I was doing…I caught myself inching my head behind the girl, to hide away from the stares of those big brown, borderline hazel, eyes.
I remember it seemed like forever to get behind her only to have the girl, I was talking to, excuse herself, to the kitchen. I then realized that I was sweating and red, so, I walked directly over to the brunette in the black dress and asked her, like a child with no hesitation, “Why are you staring at me?” She laughed(I won’t bore you with the rest of the details)… I will say this…to this day I have not forgotten the brunette in the black dress.
We make impressions in peoples lives. To launch them or to merely clear their mind of all the clutter that doesn’t belong. Thank you for being you… and for the memory of change.
Awesome. I’ve often had the same thoughts in the same situation. You described it perfectly.
Amy, oh yes you certainly nailed it! It’s so true about the kitty litter and the missing element in young women today. While working as a college professor I saw it everyday…I referred to is as the cookie-cutter syndrome. Oh how I would have loved to have been there to see the young man’s reaction to your “presence”. But I have to say there is an “element” also missing from most young men-not sure what to call it, but it is very similar to this cookie-cutter/kitty litter element. How did this happen? I could point a finger at many reasons…sadly. But I prefer to think on more lovely thing…Cheers Amy!
It’s easy to get lost in the superficialities.
But then what?
Yes, I want to know there is substance.
And I don’t want that substance to be kitty litter! LOL
Barry- Great comment! Thank you:) and thank you for reminding me there are men out there who ‘get it’ !!
Intrigued:)
WOW! Great story- thank you for sharing it- felt like I was right there with ya watching it unfold:)
Kitty Kitty- Why thank you:)
Stormy-
Yes… the cookie cutter syndrome- having to do with reality tv and “the hills” and all the junk that people are feeding themselves with instead of taking the chance to be the individual beautiful masterpieces they are… society doesn’t want us to be unique…and everyday it gets choked out more and more through tv, movies, internet- even the way we communicate now…text messages and IM and emails instead of touch, and voice and taking the time to connect on a real level…
But that is just my 2 cents:)lol
Ferd-
Me either!!