I saw something from supernaturalsnark suggesting that you don’t have to look like someone you find very attractive to be incredibly attractive yourself. I may be slightly overstating what she said, in fact. But that’s not the point.
I am wondering how much you need to look like someone your lover finds incredibly attractive to look very attractive yourself. Not very much, I am hoping.
Because it was only last night, as I was watching the cricket, that the current Mrs Richmond leaned over my shoulder and said, “you know …. I could really do that guy”. She wasn’t talking about one of the players. She was talking about the commentator.
His name is Brendon Julian. He’s seems a nice enough sort of chap.
He used to be a cricketer, but he’s not anymore. I used to be a cricketer. I’m not anymore, either. He really wasn’t all that good. Neither was I.
So far, then … there’s nothing in it. He and I are virtually identical.
All right. I admit it. Statistically speaking he was better than me. Quite a bit better, perhaps.
But I don’t think Mrs Richmond cares much about cricket. I think she was thinking of something else.
Should I be concerned?