Pretty Moments 

When I think of personal beauty (which I usually don’t) I don’t think of myself as pretty. More like, cute or acceptable. Or girl next door-ish. (And I’m not fishing for compliments. I'm prefacing the story to follow.)

I live in the same town as Charlize Theron, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Julia Roberts. Not to mention that what you have read is true: the majority of the girls here are hot. I’m secure with my “look” and so, as I said, I don’t think of myself comparatively. I simply go about my quirky business, attempt to look my best when shooting and that’s that.

Today I was at The Grove. The sun was shining. It was warm. Spring was in the air and in my step. As I exited Abercrombie & Fitch, I walked over to the other side of the trolley lane and had to quicken my pace in order not to run into a gentlemen whose path I was crossing. Although he wore sunglasses I knew we had made eye contact, so I smiled amicably (as you do).

As he passed me he murmured, “You are so pretty.” I have excellent hearing, so I caught what he said, immediately turned and, replied “Thank you.” And I meant it. He smiled without breaking stride and we went our separate ways.

It was the most wonderful moment because he didn’t mean to speak to me. The words simply escaped his lips as he was walking. An audible thought. An honest thought.

Acting and screenwriting have increasingly made me more aware of the moments going on around me. You will hear me use that word often, “moments.” There is no other word to describe those bits of life that even time will lie down and be still for.

For that particular Grove moment, I had on jeans, a wife-beater and a zip-up. No makeup but a bit of mascara from yesterday. I definitely looked like my natural self.

I tend to think pretty is more in the attitude. I was feeling good. Maybe it showed.

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