The new plastic surgery

The only solace that I have today is that there are no more number one seeds left in the NCAA tournament and that Duke was the first number one seed to get bounced. With that said, it was a long weekend, and one in which a few of my friends figured getting a few drinks away from the tube would be therapeutic, especially since all of our teams lost.

While beveraging, I noticed an interesting phenomena, or what I thought was interesting. In fact it could have been something that has been going on for a long time but rather I was too oblivious to notice it. There was a fellow on the adjacent side of me. He would move from bar stool to bar stool, and from table to table. It appeared as if he did the same thing each time, for he only approached women. On two of these occasions I saw him lean over to the party, say something and smile, and after that he would go in his pocket and flash two big wads of money. He did it in such a way to say “I have money, but I want to pull it out as if to act like I don’t think or want you to notice it, but really I do.

Eventually before the night was over, he had collected quite a bevy of women, at leas four or five, for himself, one of his boys and continued to entertain. Often keeping the money in his hand as he talked loud requesting the services of the waitress. Now being somewhat perspicacious observer of human tendencies as I give my credit for, it dawned on me that what he was doing was like plastic surgery – that the money made him feel good and as a result enhanced his looks as well as the way the ladies around him saw him.

I guess for folks like myself, who rarely even consider considering cosmetic or plastic surgery as a viable way to alter ones looks for the purpose of facial enhancement, can take another route now – money. Is it really true that money can make a person look better? And if that is the case, what does it say about us as people? Does it speak that our desire for material and things is more important than our desire for self-determination or personal betterment? I only ask because if I can, I will attempt to describe him. He was wearing an oversize Polo shirt with a large white tee under it with Averix Jeans. There was also a hint of glisten from his mouth but I could not tell if it was gold, platinum or the ubiquitous yellow teeth syndrome providing the shine. He head was the size of an under inflated volleyball and had a faced that resembled a cross between Dennis Rodman (without the hair color) and Sam Cassell (with hair). I could not discern anything about his personality, but what I could detect that it seems as if he made no head room in terms of conversation until he flashed his loot.

I figured that this was just a minor point of order when one has consumed three Bombay and tonics to look at those around them and taking notes. So when someone tells you that we as people don’t even or rarely consider plastic surgery, correct the, We do, we just don’t go under the knife as much with the exception of the super wealthy and Hollywood elite. Nope, for us, it seems that a stack of loot will do a person fine, even if they are but fuck ugly and have plaque on their teeth.