I saw a woman I liked in Ashbourne today. She wasn’t good
looking, she wasn’t young, she didn’t have a model girl’s body, and I never
spoke to her. And so I asked myself: why do you like that woman? The answer was
simple.
She was eating an apple. I realised that a person eating an
apple looks wholesome and healthy (just as a person eating a Big Mac looks
gross and unfit.) It even suggests honesty, which probably has nothing
whatsoever to do with George Washington. It just does for some reason, maybe
because there is something sweet and unassuming about the humble apple. No ego, you see.
The fact that the woman looked thoughtful also helped. I’m generally well disposed towards people who think, and I gather the skill is becoming rarer.
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