The B Word

'The more beer you drink, the better I look' - that was my way of saying 'thanks' to Jochen when he blunted 'You are so beautiful' right in the middle of two karaoke songs.

It is oh-so-clichéed to say 'I know I am not beautiful - but...' so I will skip it. Guess sometimes you find a person that might think you are all perfect in all your imperfections whilst others just never get to see it.

What I want to talk about is the big B. Beauty. Beautiful. The Beauty and the Beast. Or perhaps just how come all our lives we strive to be a universal wonder such as Gisele Bündchen and we oversee that a good hair day, a sunny situation, a wave of self-esteem, or Christmas, do actually make a person to reach the big B.

So how does it work? No matter how many times a week I go to the gym, or how many NutraSweet I manage to trade for sugar, the laws of attraction never work the same way. The issue with me is that sometimes I just see everybody as gorgeous. I like people, and get over-excited when I pass the first layer and get the perception of how somebody really is. Not much to ask, and that is why I fall in love around 78 times per week.

But when somebody likes me, foc, then it gets scary-I start by not believing it, then the doubt, the denial, and then it is time to go home, thanks for a wonderful evening. Or exactly the opposite.

Self-preservation, they call it.