Guys! Would you rather have a girl with a phat booty or a big chest? Girls: A handsome broke guy or a not-so-good-looking man with a big wallet? And how about heredity versus environment? Are people fucked up because of their genes or how and where they grew up? These are all questions for the ages.
So I was over at TWINKLE the other day and upon entering was immediately sequestered in one of the rooms because a guy was leaving. For just a minute or two I sat on the bed and with nothing else to do, took in the environment. Really nice! A Victorian chair in the corner…soft music playing from the radio…ambient soft lighting…lotions galore on the night stand…and shellacked exposed brick on the western wall. And all I could think was “Wow! This is the perfect setting.”
I harkened back to a scene from a week before. Same circumstance: “Billy! Wait in this room,” said the phone girl as a customer passed by. The environment was stark. Just a bed and a rolling office chair in the corner. And I’m thinking “Good thing this place has a couple of hotties because the physical plant ain’t much to write home about.” So here’s the question: What’s more important? The room? Or the girl?
Well…we all know the answer to that one. The girl, of course. But still…comparing the two made me think that at least…the room has something to do with it. The closest thing I can compare it to is the perfume a woman wears. For me, one scent can be seductive while another…a downright turn off. There have actually been times when I judged a woman on the basis of her choice of scents figuring she isn’t the girl for me if she chooses to wear that funky perfume.
Anyway…that’s my thought for a snowbound Sunday. Of course, I’ll take the pretty girl over the ambient room. But still…the room matters. That’s all I’m sayin’.