On Beauty Categorization and my Brain Messing with Me

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Not long ago, I had the pleasure of meeting the most beautiful woman*.

Previous to interacting with her, my brain categorized female attractiveness thus:
Ugly -> Below Average -> Average -> Good Looking -> Hot

I tossed ladies in there willy-nilly, much like one might sort fruits at the grocers, and was unaware there was a category above Hot. I suspect there wasn’t one until I met her, because it took about a week of seeing her before I realized she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It may have taken my brain that long to mentally compare her to all the other women in my Hot category and realize I found her better looking than the rest of them or for my hypothalamus to get the rest of my brain to carve out a new pathway.

The problem is that while previously I had a large and diverse best-of category, I now have her, and when I encounter an attractive woman, I’m aware they’re not as attractive as they could be. It’s not that I see flaws in them – I don’t really perceive others as a collection of parts to grade – but instead of being five out of five, they’re now five out of six.

As wonderful as it was meeting and interacting with the most beautiful one, thousands of women have gotten downgraded as a result. This kind of… sucks. I sort of wish I hadn’t met her.

* I don't claim an objective standard here, simply that I find her to be so.
 
It's still wonderful that you've met her. Knowing such beauty exists, and seeing it firsthand, is rare.

Years ago, I glanced a woman in the locker room at the gym who has the most beautiful body I have ever seen. Absolutely perfect breasts, smoothest pale skin, huge doe eyes of an impossible teal green, soft wavy hair the color of a burning fire. Venus on the half shell come to life. I only saw her for a few moments like that, but I can still recall that exact image.

As luck would have it, we became friends later, through mutual friends. And she is as beautiful on the inside as out. Kind, compassionate, intelligent, witty, curious, adventurous. The workd's a better place for her being in it. Same goes for your rare beauty.
 
Not long ago, I had the pleasure of meeting the most beautiful woman*.

Previous to interacting with her, my brain categorized female attractiveness thus:
Ugly -> Below Average -> Average -> Good Looking -> Hot

I tossed ladies in there willy-nilly, much like one might sort fruits at the grocers, and was unaware there was a category above Hot. I suspect there wasn’t one until I met her, because it took about a week of seeing her before I realized she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It may have taken my brain that long to mentally compare her to all the other women in my Hot category and realize I found her better looking than the rest of them or for my hypothalamus to get the rest of my brain to carve out a new pathway.

The problem is that while previously I had a large and diverse best-of category, I now have her, and when I encounter an attractive woman, I’m aware they’re not as attractive as they could be. It’s not that I see flaws in them – I don’t really perceive others as a collection of parts to grade – but instead of being five out of five, they’re now five out of six.

As wonderful as it was meeting and interacting with the most beautiful one, thousands of women have gotten downgraded as a result. This kind of… sucks. I sort of wish I hadn’t met her.

* I don't claim an objective standard here, simply that I find her to be so.

No matter how smart, or fast or good looking you are, there's always someone just around the corner that is better. That fact which I learned quite some time ago, has kept me from wasting a lot of time on frivolous endeavors.
 
It's still wonderful that you've met her. Knowing such beauty exists, and seeing it firsthand, is rare.

Years ago, I glanced a woman in the locker room at the gym who has the most beautiful body I have ever seen. Absolutely perfect breasts, smoothest pale skin, huge doe eyes of an impossible teal green, soft wavy hair the color of a burning fire. Venus on the half shell come to life. I only saw her for a few moments like that, but I can still recall that exact image.

As luck would have it, we became friends later, through mutual friends. And she is as beautiful on the inside as out. Kind, compassionate, intelligent, witty, curious, adventurous. The workd's a better place for her being in it. Same goes for your rare beauty.

Alternatively, I'm pretty sure my rare beauty is avoiding me now, and that makes me sad.

No matter how smart, or fast or good looking you are, there's always someone just around the corner that is better. That fact which I learned quite some time ago, has kept me from wasting a lot of time on frivolous endeavors.

I've met and interacted with a large number of people and tend to be level-headed. When I say she's the most beautiful woman I've met, it's not a frivolous claim.

Though, you know, if an even more beautiful woman is 'just around the corner,' I suppose that's okay.
 
She ruined you for all the others.

That is both good and bad. It definitely shows that you are alive.
 
Alternatively, I'm pretty sure my rare beauty is avoiding me now, and that makes me sad.



I've met and interacted with a large number of people and tend to be level-headed. When I say she's the most beautiful woman I've met, it's not a frivolous claim.

Though, you know, if an even more beautiful woman is 'just around the corner,' I suppose that's okay.

Why is it almost without exception that the biggest cocks are on the ugliest guys?
 
I would split the top level into 2 seperate but equal categories: HOT and BEAUTIFUL. Some are really beautiful in a non sexual way which to mean doesn't translate into hot. (These women photograph excellently) And I have seen some who are very hot but aren't quite what I'd call beautiful. (These women are the ones who look pretty in pictures then you meet them and go up several points in your mind) Either category would probably be pretty sweet to be in. But I'd go with beautiful if I had to choose. Beauty is timeless; hot has an expiration date.
 
I would split the top level into 2 seperate but equal categories: HOT and BEAUTIFUL. Some are really beautiful in a non sexual way which to mean doesn't translate into hot. (These women photograph excellently) And I have seen some who are very hot but aren't quite what I'd call beautiful. (These women are the ones who look pretty in pictures then you meet them and go up several points in your mind) Either category would probably be pretty sweet to be in. But I'd go with beautiful if I had to choose. Beauty is timeless; hot has an expiration date.

Lol...
 
I have met her...where at first the awe just knocked me sensless...but then a little bit of sadness crept in...knowing I could never have her...
 
I know a woman like that. Everyone around her is simultaneously dimmed and brightened by her radiance. She's a genuinely good person, too, which can be fucking annoying. Her beauty is transcendent and timeless.
 
I know a woman like that. Everyone around her is simultaneously dimmed and brightened by her radiance. She's a genuinely good person, too, which can be fucking annoying. Her beauty is transcendent and timeless.

Being a good person is a beautiful thing.
 
Not long ago, I had the pleasure of meeting the most beautiful woman*.

Previous to interacting with her, my brain categorized female attractiveness thus:
Ugly -> Below Average -> Average -> Good Looking -> Hot

....

The problem is that while previously I had a large and diverse best-of category, I now have her, and when I encounter an attractive woman, I’m aware they’re not as attractive as they could be. It’s not that I see flaws in them – I don’t really perceive others as a collection of parts to grade – but instead of being five out of five, they’re now five out of six.

As wonderful as it was meeting and interacting with the most beautiful one, thousands of women have gotten downgraded as a result. This kind of… sucks. I sort of wish I hadn’t met her.

* I don't claim an objective standard here, simply that I find her to be so.

Well, what's so bad on realizing more beauty?

For me as a man, I have less problems with that, as there are beautiful women and horny women, and no, it's not the same. Sometimes, the more beautiful ones turn out to be more boring and inflexible. Maybe one day you'll find out that the kink is more important than the beauty.

So she's the most beautiful woman you ever met. What else?
 
Someday she is going to get old and the beauty will fade and she'll probably be super depressed. On that day, swoop in and capitolize on her diminished self worth.
 
I would split the top level into 2 seperate but equal categories: HOT and BEAUTIFUL. Some are really beautiful in a non sexual way which to mean doesn't translate into hot. (These women photograph excellently) And I have seen some who are very hot but aren't quite what I'd call beautiful. (These women are the ones who look pretty in pictures then you meet them and go up several points in your mind) Either category would probably be pretty sweet to be in. But I'd go with beautiful if I had to choose. Beauty is timeless; hot has an expiration date.

Beauty isn't timeless, unless you take a picture. You know the line; it lasts longer. But you're right about beautiful and hot being different things. Definitely.
 
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