Do u remember that episode of "Family Guy" where Peter completely transformed himself just to get into the "Beautiful People's"club? Well, it's not something that I'd like to admit or agree with, but it IS a sad truth.: just being beautiful, u get more perks. Period. That's partially why I have very limited group of friends because I'm just so picky. Just kidding! But seriously, it was never that apparent until last weekend when I was on the scene with three beautiful European girls: two from Norway n one from Germany. No kidding, people were just so much easier to deal with wherever we went.
For instance, the Saturday night that we went to the "Whitney Houston Tribute", as I didn't know reservations were allowed, we had to squeeze-stand on the second floor with no tables or chairs. Then, all of a sudden, a server asked if we wanted a table n through the crowded space brought us a high-stand. Not long after, some guy bought a glass of white wine for one of my girl (although, he really should've got one for all of us, but it's all good, lol). What started as a really uncomfortable setting became a very enjoyable night.
Another case in point, just yesterday night, we wandered on Changkat street in search for a good drink- unfortunately, the girls have had their share of bad drinks during their trip here, so I was hoping to at least let them leave this place with a decent last drink- n ended up at the Irish Bar that I went with the Frenchies the other time. Apart from the fact that we were all a little tired from all that walking n just wanted to grab a seat somewhere with chat-able background music, this place also had a mean brownie! (Yes, by this time of the night, my sweet tooth was impossible to control). But why does it always happen to me? Time check at the moment we tried to order a brownie was 1:05am. The kitchen closed at 1am. Brilliant. Okay, so I settled for a latte while the others went for strawberry daiquiri and beer. Finally, we could just chillax, chat, n people-watch a little.
Peace n quiet didn't last long. Possibly within half an hour of us finding our seats, we were approached by two guys. One will be referred to as The Wingman, n the other The Shy Guy (there's a reason why I didn't catch their name, which will shortly be an "ahhh, no wonder" moment later in the story). As they approached our table, The Wingman spoke, "Hey girls, my friend here's so shy to come up to u, so I'll just do him the favour...blah blah blah"- as I was sitting at the far end of the round table, I heard only that much, n since I thought it was probably just another duo looking to chat up some girls, I went back to my blackberry entertainment while our German girl fended them off by challenging, "Well, we were trying to order some brownies for my friend (ME!), but the kitchen's closed. If u can bring us some, ur welcome to join us"- something along those lines, as I didn't hear too clearly over all the noise. So, as expected, looking defeated, the guys left our presence n wandered down the street. We resumed to our own chit-chats prior to the little "entertainment". I call it "entertainment" because it's always fun to see guys try what they think are amazing moves, only to find out it was probably the worst move ever. Sorry, it's a no go here- we're the difficult kind.
Boy, were we in for a surprise. Can't remember how much time had passed, but the duo was back at our table, carrying a plastic bag. As The Shy One removed the items out of the bag, he explained that as they couldn't find brownies, they brought a tube of Haagen-Dazs Cookie 'n Cream ice--cream n a box of chocolate chip cookies to substitute, hoping we'd accept the change of menu. I'm not sure about the other girls, but I was impressed. Most of the time, guys looking for a good time would turn away if it becomes too difficult or "too much work". Except, these two guys were not as profiled.
Anyway, the Wingman spilled the beans about how The Shy Guy had his eyes caught on our Victoria-Beckham-bob-haired Norwegian babe, n was fretting that she must have a boyfriend already, yah-da-ya-da. So the Wingman decided to prove him wrong n nudged to get him back at our table. Not sure who came up with the ice-cream n cookies idea, but it sure was a check in my book.
(The Shy Guy armed with his ticket to his seat at our table)
So, with a couple of chairs pulled in, the guys n gals chatted while I preoccupied myself with chocolate chip cookie ice-cream sandwich at 2 in the morning. Brilliant! Just to show I wasn't being completely unappreciative, I did learn that the duo came from Australia n in the model helicopter business, n The Shy One's an engineering genius, but ridiculously shy. He rides a all-custom black CBR900 n is *SHOCK* a Calgary-Canadian, but moved to Australia a decade ago, so he doesn't do ice-hockey (that's a point deduction right there! Just kidding, he doesn't need to be score-carded by me, so no worries). But anyway, The Wingman's married, so he's just accompanying him. His wife's actually at Sunway Lagoon (a resort not far from KL that boasted "TONS OF FUN"- never been but I may just give it a chance within the two years that I'm to be here), which was the reason they had to leave, because his wife would kill him if he didn't get back soon. Side note: I felt bad for The Shy Guy because he gets to be this huge light bulb for the whole trip. Sad, sad deal, but possibly the reason why The Wingman was so determined to perfect his wingman duties n help him out. Possibly *shrug*
Anyhow, the night had to end because it was a Monday night n there was no way I was going to pull an all-nighter just to show up at the office the next morning like a bus drove over my face. So we called it a night, said our goodbyes n parted ways to head home. Certainly, I'd like to thank the girls for inviting me to join them n enjoy life a little once in a while. I have to say though, I always have the best time with visiting friends of my fellow expatters. U never know who u might meet n how they can change ur life. U may not be able to write ur own life's script, but ultimately, ur the one to act it out. So, get creative!
(They got flowers for all of us just so we didn't feel left out~)
Back to the intended topic of this post...
Point proven, beautiful people are more likely to get the better end of the deal. People will be more willing to go out of their way for them. People will be nicer to them. Actually, now that I think about it, it's not really a "problem" as long as it doesn't have the same effect on the other end of the spectrum. U may choose to treat others better simply because u like them, but u can't treat others worse because u don't. Yes, welcome to the world of positive thinking, doing, n being- where anything positive's a go n everything negative's out the door. So there u have it, another expat-turned-tourist episode. Until next time...when someone visits!
Life is unfair. Deal with it.