In the looks department I’m something that’s a little bit soul
destroying. I’m ordinary. Such a plain word, a faintly disappointing
word: ordinary. I’m not back-of-a-bus ugly or Julie Christie gorgeous,
I’m in the middle: plain. I’m all right if I make an effort and there’s
soft lighting but generally I’m bog-standard ordinary.
My
partner is a darling. He’s a good soul and a decent man who tries his
best, but also ordinary. I was going to say that he’s also, sadly,
ordinary but I don’t think I really am sad about that. We match, and
that’s a good thing.
I not sure if I could handle the pressure if
he were a 10/10 and I’m only a 5/10. Trying to look my best all the time
would be too much like hard work. After all I can only suck in my
flabby belly for so long before breathing becomes an issue. I like
breathing! There’s also the problem of trying to push my boobs back in
place as they slowly slide under my arms when I lay on my back in bed.
It’s hard to look alluring in that position.
Plus I’d never be
able to sleep properly because I’d have to be up first every morning so I
could rush to the bathroom to clean my teeth / do my hair / put on my
make-up. Would hold-you-in big knickers be too much? All right during
the day – if you don’t eat – but not at night.
Trouble is, not only do I like breathing; I’m also very fond of cake and wine. I’m not about to give those up.
And I hate the gym with a passion.
No,
being with a truly stunning gorgeous partner would be too hard for a
lazy-arse like me. I’m more than happy with my man and I’m going to keep
him.
But I would, just once, have liked a night of steamy passion
with someone drop-dead gorgeous. It will never happen, not now, not
unless I pay for it and that really isn’t the point, but it would have
been nice. To roll over and think wow, wow, WOW!
It would be even
better if they were hopelessly, story-book, in love with me. Is that a
fantasy for many ordinary looking people or is it just me? To have
someone heart-stoppingly attractive, not only take us to bed but also to
allay our fears that we’re not worthy of them.
Oh the bliss.
But,
I don’t think I’d have the confidence to believe them. Why would
someone that good looking want to be with me? And falling in love with
me? No, I wouldn’t believe it. I’d always be thinking that they had an
ulterior motive or that someone would take them away from me in an
instant. I couldn’t cope with that. But it was a scenario that I wanted
to explore. How do you let yourself believe that someone you think is
stunning really, truly wants you? Even more difficult if you have a low
opinion of yourself that has nothing to do with looks. Do you allow
yourself to fall in love with them?
What if you’re already in love
with them? Do you take what you can get, knowing you’re not worthy, or
do you try to do the noble thing, the thing that you feel is more
honourable?
Thinking about the other point of view, if you’re
gorgeous, how do you persuade someone with poor self-esteem that you
really are in love with them?
I was intrigued by those
ideas/dilemmas so I wove them into the story in my new book, ‘To Stand
Close’ which is out now. A beautiful young man forced close to someone
who doesn’t realise just how beautiful he is. How can they fall in love
and fall in bed?