A young online friend — that is, a beautiful, attractive lady from Lebanon — has just recently called me “handsome”!
She saw the self-portrait I posted earlier on this blog, and then she wrote to me that I am “handsome”!
Now, I do not know what she herself looks like. I have never seen a photo, never read a description of her. But I call her “beautiful and attractive” because that is precisely how her personality strikes me online. As of today, she also strikes me as having excellent taste in aesthetics.
Some men, of course, would allow such a flattering opinion from a beautiful and attractive young lady to inflate their egos. I assure you — I am not such a man.
Yes, it is true I am currently coping with an aching back because I have been sitting at my computer with my chest unusually thrown out and my gut unusually sucked in ever since reading my lady’s remark that I am “handsome”. But it is merely coincidental that I assumed an unusual posture at about the same moment as I read her word, “handsome”. It is not at all an indication that I have allowed my ego to be inflated by such a meaningless word coming from an absolute angel of the net.
No, it might offend you, but it must be said that a man of my age and sophistication is simply not overly impressed with the opinions of young ladies. Indeed, a man of my age and sophistication is almost certain to be totally immune to flattery from anyone, let alone from a young lady who’s aesthetic taste is probably not yet fully developed.
I confess I do not know where you get the impression that men of my age and sophistication can ever be silly drooling buffoons. Really! I am becoming impatient with you! With how you are looking at me! Or, rather with how you are not looking at me! With how you are looking away! Please show me who has given you such an impression — show me the fool who is responsible for giving men my age a bad reputation — and I shall denounce him to the world!