A beautiful lady is sitting beside me. I'm at the window seat, a guy who snorts every 5 minutes or so at the isle. We knew the airplane was full so it was just a matter of faith who the middle person would be. She came at last. With a business tote that she shoved under the seat in front of hers. Then called someone and inquired them to be in a certain place as she would certainly be late. I thought she must be a manager. A very self assured kind too. I have not demanded of my subordinates anything like that yet. Or so I think because you know how one can be oblivious to her own actions while spots them in others. Then she dialed again and this time the tone was more familiar. Not sure if it were a sister or a husband. It was quick and sweet. It wasn't until a couple hours into the flight that I got to see her. I was looking at the flight attendant to look at me when my flight mate turned to me and smiled. I smiled back. Then she commented on my salad. A big bowl heaping with kale and spinach. I offered to share if she wished but we both knew the refusal. Finally she offered me a delicious Godiva Creme Brûlée Truffle. Mmm it was yummy. And kind.
I'm reading this book, Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter, and in it there is an American actor who is supposedly very beautiful in the eyes of this Italian main character. I was thinking the way this guy author has described her gives me an image in which the actress knew she was beautiful and she acted like so too. Exactly like my seat mate. And I wonder what gives these people this confidence. I love it! And I hope to give this sense to my daughter. She is the most beautiful little angel and she better know it and act like so. How do I do it though?
