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I sat in the main quad today eating my lunch on a bench (where did you go,

lin_lin_lucy?), when another girl/ young woman came and sat beside me. She was black, about my height (5'7"), long slim legs, narrow waist and curvy hips and shoulders. I looked at her when she sat down, and was surprised to see one of the most beautiful women/girls I've seen in person. She had hair that was a just-faintly-there fuzz (probably had shaved her head recently), large round eyes, round lips, and slightly crooked teeth that somehow didn't make her any less attractive. It was like looking at a profile of a African princess, in American clothes with an American demeanor, and I had a flash moment of real feminime jealousy. I thought "I might never be that pretty." But I was in a good mood (having just gotten a free mini-massage), and we exchanged smiling hellos. She even had a nice voice, very smooth and feminine. I continued to read a little more of my history books and finished my soda, and then as I left I reccomended that she try out the free mini full-body massages that the massage department was giving out to students on tables just behind us. She said she had already signed up and was waiting. I told her it would be good (mine was), and went on my way.

Isn't it odd, when you think about it, the way we perceive beauty? Would a heterosexual man have found this woman as exotically pretty as I, a heterosexual woman, did? She looked nothing like what American consumerism tells us to like (sharp-featured blond white women with middle-long hair), but she was one of the most attractive people I've ever met in person.