Friday, August 17, 2012

An Open Letter to Hot Young Girls

Today, a friend of mine posted an “open letter” on Facebook to every hot young girl in the country. From the title, it sounds like it could be a funny story. He is actually serious. He however is not alone. Many other men will be able to relate.

My friend’s hope is to get this letter out there as much as possible and since I think it is a worthy cause, I am doing my part. Consider this an example of Christian pop culture at its best.

“Hello. First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Joshua. I am 36 years old. I am a father, a son and a brother. I have a job that I go to and bills that I pay. I love my family, I love my friends, I worry about the future, and I do just about every other “normal” thing that the average person does. All this to say, I'm not unusual and my story is one of many.

I wanted to take a minute to share some honest and blunt thoughts that I have about you. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt and believe that you don't quite realize what you're doing when you leave your home dressed in a way that you would call “cute” but to the men of the world would be called sexy. I noticed you at the gas station, with your tight shorts that are so small that the curves of your butt can be seen below the edge line. With your tiny shirt unbuttoned to the middle of your breasts. Your black lacy bra clearly and intentionally visible.

I also noticed you at the grocery store, in your yoga shorts with your undersized semi-transparent spaghetti tank top. Every curve of your body plain to my eyes. Now, let me correct myself... I say “I noticed you”, but the truth is I didn't really notice you. I noticed your sexy body. I noticed your physical advertisement. I noticed all of your prized secrets that you chose to share with me, even though we don't even know each other. The gems of a queen cast out to the gutter for a little attention. What I did not notice was the living being inside the sexy form. I was too distracted to think to look. I was too captivated by a man's struggle with visual attraction to even consider that there might be a person within.

What I saw was a “thing”. A “toy”. A physical outlet for the constant flame that burns inside me. A piece of meat to be devoured and discarded when I'm done. I couldn't see the little girl you once were, so proud of your 4th grade project. I couldn't see the teenager you once were, alone in your room crying yourself to sleep because you didn't feel pretty enough. All I saw was your delicious body and I wanted it, not you. Along with my seething desires come the shame and self-defeat of not being strong enough to resist your charms.

All I wanted was to put gas in my car, but I left with angels and demons at war within my heart. I was in your presence for 4 minutes, but I battled with your image for days. Exhausted from the weight of the burden that we both built, and defeated by the lack of the man that I WANT to be.

Forgive me for my frankness, but I believe you need to hear this. And I need to believe this is something you don't already know, because the alternative is too cruel. I'm so tired. I'm so weak. And I'm so sorry. Please help me.”

Sincerely, a man.

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