I am already smart enough.
I want to feel how I imagine it feels to be extremely good-looking. It must be wonderful to have self-confidence. To not worry about what people are looking at, or thinking, when you enter a room. To instantly be given the benefit of the doubt instead of treated with suspicion. To be flirted with instead of ignored, or worse, avoided. To get a friendly warning instead of a traffic ticket. People are just more patient and courteous. Men smile at you. A Knight in Shining Armour around every corner: guys happy to open doors for you, help you carry things, change your flat tire. Help you when you’re lost. Ask and thee shall receive.
At least that is what I imagine extremely pretty women experience. I would like to experience this. However, no matter how much make-up, cute hair styles or fabulous clothes I put on – I stay little Miss Plain. The only thing worse than a photograph of me is video. Ugh. Hollywood is not looking for this gal.
Given the choice, I will definitely go with gorgeous. Please don’t tell me it was a rhetorical question. I’ll am waiting …