Eye of the Beholder: Vanity of Sight

Jimmy Nash “I Can See Clearly Now”

Ahh, to see.  For those who’ve never needed assistance and/or tools to do so clearly, seeing just seems a given.  You open your eyes and the world presents itself to you.  However, if you’ve ever opened your eyes only to see the world out of focus, I feel your pain.  Now, I recognize that having whatever bad eye sight I have is better than having none at all but for the purposes of complaining, I am only comparing those in need of contacts and/or glasses to those who’ve only considered these options to cosmetically change the color of their eyes or to “look smarter.”

I’ve had glasses since age 6.  Yep, I was a scrawny, thumb-sucking, know-it-all first grader with glasses.  (Very little has changed since then sadly…)  At that age, glasses didn’t mean much else than something you had to be careful with because mom would get really upset when you broke them.  Of course, you didn’t understand why.  You just went back to the doctor and got more.  (Ah, the ignorance/innocence of youth.)  I don’t believe I ever really liked my glasses.  I just don’t think they began to bother me until middle school/junior high.

As hormones started to kick in and the pretty girls were identified (for at least the next 10 years), being scrawny and boyish was bad enough.  But I had to wear these thick plastic glasses too?!  They were just setting me up for social failure.  Beauties never wear glasses.  You don’t see singers, actresses or models with glasses unless they’re playing the part of the nerdy and the less attractive.  Glasses were like having braces, being flat-chested and having short hair.  You just didn’t want that.  Glasses did not equal attractive.

When my mother told me I’d have to get braces in 8th grade, I almost cried.  Well, could I at least get contacts before?  The last thing I wanted to happen was to look like a nerdy boy with crooked teeth that needed to be fixed.  Now, of course, I was far from the only one going through this helplessly awkward phase.  But at age 12/13, other people’s awkward phases don’t make you feel better.  Most people don’t seem to adopt the mean “at least I look better than them” mentality until they’re further into their teenage/early 20 years.  Thinking I was just being ridiculous, my mother didn’t want to deal with costs and issues associated with contacts so I ended up not getting them until I started working at Sears my senior year of high school and could afford them myself.

To not avoid the cliché, contacts opened my eyes to a whole new world.  Nothing looked better with contacts than it did with glasses except for my reflection.  There was a sense of beauty (or at least less ugliness) and freedom.  In my clouded, naive teenage brain, glasses made me unattractive.  Contacts at least helped to level the playing field.  I could now really play with makeup, eyeshadows, eyeliners, mascaras.  I could dress up my face.  They didn’t do anything for the acne or other flaws but at least the glasses were finally gone.  And with the braces having been removed the year before, I felt I was starting to look more like a young lady and less like a slightly more feminine Steve Urkel.  (No, seriously.  Urkelina was my nickname on the junior high volleyball team.  At the time, no one could think of Myrtle – the name of Steve’s southern belle cousin who came to visit a few times.)

Fast forward 8 years and not much has changed.  Aside from family and my roommate, it’s rare that anyone see me in my glasses.  (In fact, if you see me in glasses, it generally signals it was a rough morning and will probably not be a very good day so stay of my way as much as possible.  If it’s glasses AND my hair is tied back/wrapped up, stay clear.  I’m probably either sick or exhausted.)  Contacts and the insecurities tied to years of glasses are still very much a part of my identity.  I still believe I look better in contacts and usually have at least a bit of eye makeup on.  Luckily, I don’t really wear the bases, foundations, creams, powders and the like.  Genetics and the dermatologist have helped me maintain relatively clear, consistent skin.  But those eyes are a different story.

While I like to fancy myself rather intelligent, I don’t want to look like a nerd, just maybe sound like one at times.  Over the last two years, I’ve started to reconsider my opinion of glasses and me in them.  As I’m trying to force myself to wear these $400 pair of glasses more often than between my bed and the bathroom where my contacts are in the morning and the bathroom to my bed at night, I still find myself preferring the image of a glasses-less me.  Ideally, I’d love to get lasik surgery.  But last year my optometrist quoted me around $6,000 for the procedure.  Are my eyes and vanity worth six grand?  Yes.  I just don’t have the available funds.  Trust, as soon as I do, I’ll happily toss out my glasses, glasses cases, lens cleaning clothes, lens cleaning spray, contacts, contact cases and cleaning solution bottles, and stare blindly into the light.  Only to open them later seeing the world the way it’s meant to be seen – clearly.  I simply can’t imagine waking up in the morning and being able to see.  It must feel like a miracle.  (And I don’t care how overly dramatic that might sound. 🙂 )

Realizing it’s time to schedule her annual eye exam,

Jo’van

Romantic Cynic: Sexy Equals “Reading in Bed”

I recently wrote a post wondering if a partner up to your physical standard was important.  I haven’t exactly figured that one out for myself but had a recent epiphany (as painful as it might have been).  The physical is very important being the first thing you (and your friends) notice and sometimes being strong enough to temporarily  blind you to everything else.  But sometimes it’s just not enough (no matter how badly you may want it to be).  There has to be something else to keep you intrigued when you’re not looking at each other.  What makes you smile when he sends you a sweet message?  Or when she calls just to hear your voice?  Probably not her ass or his abs.

Sure, the physical image and moments are important and can have lasting effects but what keeps you happy may not be that shallow.  For me personally, I need another ( and by another I mean additional) form of stimulation.  Talk to me.  Tell me something I didn’t know.  Make me think.  Make me smile about more than just your body/face/arms/etc. (Oh, in case you didn’t know, I’m an arms woman.)

I met a guy last year that was/is absolutely beautiful; handsome face, perfect body, good times.  I won’t even pretend or try to find another way to say it.  Being pleasantly average, I was intimidated by his good looks.  Yeah, I know that I’m an amazing person, worth the world, and all that jazz, but that wouldn’t stop me from being the ugly one in the couple’s photos.  My sparkling personality would not stop strangers from wondering “How’d she manage that/him?”  But I figured since he didn’t seem to notice he could find a better physical match, I wouldn’t bring it up.  What’s the point in planting unnecessary questions?  🙂

As we talked and chatted online, I started to pick up on some not so attractive qualities, at least to me.  Not every woman is as picky as I am, especially when the physical is so impressive, but I kinda like signs of a deeper person, and by deeper person, I pretty much mean inner nerd.  What motivates you?  Pisses you off?  What books do you read?  Music do you listen to?  I need conversations, challenges, not just words thrown out there for entertainment.  Regardless, after a little more time together, I realized I couldn’t deal with just the physical for any real amount of time.  Sure, in those desperate/lonely moments, he’ll sound amazing but that’s just because he’s familiar (and gorgeous).  Maybe if he just never spoke, wrote, tried to communicate with words…

Sadly, I know I can’t function like that.  As much fun as it may sound, I’m just not the trophy type.  Physical just can’t do enough for me.  I am entirely too complicated to be so easily satisfied.  I need that “mental standard”.  In comparison to the physical, I’m less willing to compromise.  We BOTH need to be at least slightly above average on the “smart scale”.  (And yes, I do consider myself to have above average intelligence.  Feel free to disagree.  And becuase I’m said that, I’m sure these post will be riddled with ty-pos and grammartical errors. 🙂 Feel free to point them out.  I’ll adjust accordingly.)  If the proverbial “he” was significantly less intelligent (or just less eloquent) than I am, I believe I’d get frustrated.  I fear the thought of him being stupid would cross my mind and I might treat him accordingly in difficult situations.  That’s very shallow and mean of me but I just don’t think I’m that big of a person yet.  On the other hand, if I knew his intelligence was leaps and bounds beyond mine, I fear I’d be permanently intimidated.  Unlike looks, there’s little I can do to match intelligence.  A gym membership, regular hair appointments and plastic surgery’s not going to help me.  You can’t pay to be smarter.   I don’t like feeling less.  I need a balance.  We need to be close enough to provide good conversations and do so without feelings of superiority or inferiority.  It sucks but I’m just being honest.  I don’t need a rocket scientist or a doctor and could be very happy with a truck driver or a maintenance man. Your occupation (and paycheck for that matter) doesn’t define your intelligence.  Not everyone has bankable “book smarts”.  I just want/need someone who likes to learn and who’ll continually challenge me to do the same.

I realized a few year ago just how big of nerd I was and the fact that I was looking for one.  One night, I decided it was best to crash on a male friend’s couch rather than going home.  It was a little late/early.  Now, to be honest, I was a little more than “interested” in this friend but nothing was happening (at that point, at least).  Anyway, I walked into his room to ask him a question.  Keep in mind we’d known each other for a few months and I’d seen him in a bathing suit.  He was cute and I was attracted but what I saw when I walked into his room that night pretty much melted my heart.  Imagine.  Imagine.  (I’m sure the title of this post probably gives it away but) NERD ALERT: I saw him sitting in bed with his glasses on reading a book.  Having a class with him, I’ve seen him read before but there was something different about seeing him do it for pleasure.  The glasses bit didn’t exactly hurt, especially since I was coming in to see if he had an extra contact lens case.  Who knew reading could be so sexy?  Then he proceeded to tell me about the book.  To be honest, I couldn’t tell you what it was about now but I do remember how earnest he was about whatever he was saying.  He’d read the book before and thought it was great because…..

Look, yes, I really appreciate the hard work guys put in in the gym.  And yes, I love the way a man looks when he’s well put together.  Massages are amazing.  The random “just thinking about you”s can stop me in my tracks.  And don’t even get me started on the effects certain colognes have on me.  But if you really want me to get excited about sharing a significant amount of time and a small (possibly rectangular) space with you, read for me, baby.  It’s not all I need but it certainly can’t hurt.  (Wow, I’m such a nerd. Haha)

Dreaming of her reading buddy,

Jo’van

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