I wish I came within a hundred pounds of what I weighed in High school.

I was at the Mermaid Parade in Coney Island this past weekend. Attendance, both in the parade and in the audience, was equally divided between male and female. As I wandered around I heard many variations on the same comment--It's real nice to see people who are comfortable in their skins. This referred to people young and old, fat and thin. Happy people don't judge others on their appearance; they get to know them and them put out a slam. I didn't see an ugly person there [except maybe for a few of the polizei].

As I mentioned above, it would be unreasonable to judge others by a criterion I am not willing to make the effort to meet. I have found that a relaxed attitude toward others' appearance is much more rewarding toward my own involvements.

Although I keep telling myself that I prefer small breasted women, others seem to come my way and it would be ungallant not to at least hug hello.