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Wherever was shouted as he sped by was quite lost on me, mainly because it was all muffled by his motor-cycle helmet but also, I have to admit, because I wasn’t paying much attention – so I simply assumed it must have been complimentary in some fashion and carried on with what I was doing. Well, it’s always better to assume the best, isn’t it?
Now, on this particular occasion I was attempting to do a spot of innocent filming – Well, I was driving by, you know, and suddenly, as one does, I got a little inspired, and as any wonderful model or actress worth their fabulously high fees knows, when one’s on set and fully immersed in the particulars of a role, one naturally blocks out any surrounding distractions in order to fully concentrate on all that is demanded. And so in consequence the passing motor-cyclist received only passing heed from me.
I agree. You’re totally right. I should watch the result of each video through to see what it’s like and so decide for either a retake or if it’s good enough to just plough on with the next one. But because these things are normally entered upon without much planning, just some dim girlie concept of what I’m trying to do, I normally take as much video footage as my energy and confidence will stand, then rapidly abandon the set in search of a reliving cuppa or so.
And yes well anyway, I jumped back into my little car to catch my breath, check my seams and change my shoes. To be honest, with only half an hour to spare and only dim idea of what I’m trying to do I’m already quite flustered. So I had a word with myself… “Come on girl. Get a grip. Take the videos and then you can always decide later whether to keep them or not.”
I wriggled my toes deep into the slender point of my next pair of shoes, checked my hair and squinted closely at my makeup in the rear-view mirror then looked to see if anybody was walking close by. Climbing out of the car and walking around onto the path I glanced up the road to notice the same motor-cycling gentleman pulling up some way up the road. “Dearie me…” I briefly thought to myself “That’s odd.” But I was already into the next video shoot and was hardly paying attention to anything else. Sometimes I think I concentrate too much. I’m so accustomed to walking in high heels, but I want to look super-graceful. With my shoulders back, upper body softened, all the motion emanating from my hips with a gentle sway, exactly as all elegant females naturally do. For me I’ve had to practice continually until it’s mostly second nature. But I’m very critical. “Good heavens Amanda, pull your shoulders back girl!” “And relax, can’t you. And just be natural with a nice smile and stop frowning.” Dearie me, I’m very tough on myself.
With all my thoughts on taking the video I arrive back near my car to find the motor-cycling gentlemen has now positioned his bike behind my car and is just climbing off to face me. I assume he’s smiling but his helmet masks all but his eyes. As I arrive back at my car he takes a step forward “What you doing?” he asks. Instantly feeling awkward I think I must have frowned. Sweetly he repeats “What you doing?” With what I’m doing and his direct male approach, my girlie head is all in a whirl. And since the answer feels complicated I respond in an off-hand manner with “Oh, I’m just taking a fashion video… for my YouTube channel.” Feeling all self-conscious in my high heels with my dress blowing all about in the wind, I felt like a naughty schoolgirl being reprimanded for taking the videos by the head teacher. So I stood obediently in front of this man dressed top to toe in leather, leaning against his bike with only his eyes visible staring at me from within his helmet. There was an awkward moment or two of nothing happening, then, he asked “How about giving me your phone number?” Well now. Stunned hardly describes it, and I gasped with no idea whatsoever how to respond. “Er… maybe that’s not a good idea.” I stumbled out, wondering wildly how he would respond, and with all kinds of thoughts of where it would all go if I offered it to him. There was another few moments of awkward silence with him looking me up and down. I continued to stand wondering what was going to happen next. He sort of shrugged “Pity.” He said. “You’re Totally Hot!” and with that he jumped back onto his motorbike and sped away leaving me glowing with embarrassment and well I must admit a certain amount of pleasure.
Although I spend hours each week in the mirror putting my makeup on, you never really know how you look from the outside. Of course I aim to make myself look as pretty and attractive as possible – stray hairs searched out and plucked, minor blemishes treated and skin meticulously cared for. Makeup carefully applied to accentuate my natural feminine features plus everything else I can possible do. But “Totally Hot!”… that really does something for a girl’s confidence, doesn’t it?! All true 😉
Amanda x
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