There are those for whom looking into the face of a beautiful woman is a profound experience. What exactly is meant by "profound" is, of course, dependent on the individual. You know, "eye of the beholder" and all. For some it's kind of a "love-at-first-sight" syndrome. It can get pretty weird too. I know this doesn't happen with everyone, but, there are those for whom it's kind of a matter of ideals. And the biggest problem with it is that the "ideal" is something that exists pretty much exclusively in the
mind of the beholder. Much the same way guys have their own standard of what is or isn't beautiful, there are some guys that have attached a personality or a character to that beauty. It's at this point that the problems start.
Some social dysfunctionals have a hard time separating the "ideal" from the reality when it comes to encounters with women. They see a beautiful woman and are enchanted by what they see. But, the thing is, it's not just about what they see. The characteristics that they've attached to the beauty they see they project on to the person. They, rather quickly, come to expect to see those characteristics associated with the woman's beauty in the woman herself. When they look at her, they don't see her, they see the person they've projected on to her. If and/or when they don't see the person they've projected on to her in her behavior, there are generally two things that happen. Their infatuation with the woman, which has its basis in what they've projected on to her, blinds them to who she really is and they interact with her on the basis of their projection, or, he becomes frustrated or incensed by her failure to live up to the characteristics of who he expects her to be. I realize that these are extreme generalizations. But this is the way I've seen it in some of the guys I've known to be like this.
Besides, I used to be one of these guys.
I don't really consider myself much of an artist. But, my ability to render the beauty of women has provided me with an opportunity to enjoy it on a bit more of an intimate basis than one who can only behold it. I'm nobody's painter and my ability to perceive color is flawed, but, what skill I do have with a pencil has afforded me a stimulating experience in exploring that beauty. While I am no longer afflicted with this psychosis of my younger days, I still find gazing into the face of a beautiful woman very soothing. And with the right tools, I can enjoy the exploration of every detail of that beauty. Everything from the tones and shades of her complexion to the highlights of every visible strand of her hair.
