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MIAMI MIRROR TRUE REFLECTIONS

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UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IN SOUTH BEACHBY

DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

July 21, 2013

MIAMI BEACH

Unconditional Love is the way to go in South Beach.

Of course there are all sorts of love, but I am referring to sexual love and so-called

Platonic or friendly love. They may occur together between lovers but we know

which one has priority, at least until lovers are ready to drop dead.

Cant we just be friends? in these parts would be greeted with, What planet

are you from?

Being loved in return for love is a condition nearly impossible to obtain in this

sunny resort. But one can be quite happy with unrequited love. After all, whom

do we really love when we are in love but with the very source of charity or


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caritas, our own dear self? If we really want to be charitable, there should be no

strings attached. Let us not prostitute our dear selves!

People often complain that South Beach friends are fair weather friends, or just

fickle friends who abandon them without reason. What is not to like about that?An Unconditional Lover will no doubt be pleased that he is not displeased by their

abandonment, thus proving that his love is genuine, at least for his dear self. If he

is hurt, he should ask, Why do I want to feel hurt by this? After all, I am the best

of all lovers, an Unconditional Lover!

The more generously we love, the better off we are. Of course we may be hated

by needy people who resent our generosity because they believe it degrades

them, but unconditional love does not require appreciation at all. Indeed,anything short of physical abuse would serve to reinforce the stature of an

Unconditional Lover.

Best of all, we do not need property to be generous with affection, advice,

encouragement, and active assistance with troublesome situations.

Last evening I attended a fashion event sponsored by What Women Want at the

Nikki Beach Club. I intended to see what women really wanted and to possibly

write a review about it. I got my complimentary glass of champagne andconsidered a sign advertising a bottle of Russian Standard Brand Vodka for $300.

I recalled that the robust vodka brand was being concealed in fancy mixed drinks

at the main Mercedes Benz swimwear event, over at the Raleigh Hotel. I had

encountered a small crew of professional freeloaders there the night before. I

joined them for a while. They thought I was a fool for tipping the pretty

bartenders. They scooted off to the W Hotel for free food. I went home and

awoke with a hangover, but there was no love lost over the headache. I hadalready received an invitation to the Nikki Beach Club, so there I went.

I examined the bikinis at the Nikki with a critical eye. I concluded there was not

much to them, really, for the difference between brands, with two stringy

exceptions, was rather slight. Of course any woman who knows about such scanty


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little things would beg to differ, and I love them even though they might call me

an idiot or worse.

The slender young models were beautiful, but there was not much formal

difference between their bodies that I could tell, as if they were stamped fromdifferent shades of dough with the same cookie cutter, and the fact that there

were so many of them in one place prevented me from being interested in most

of them. In fact, recall only one of them, and that because she kept reaching

behind her and fingering the strap in the crevice of her perfectly shaped buttocks,

as if the strap were irritating her. That does not diminish my secret unconditional

love for the only lovely model I remember. After all, grace is in innocence.

It is said that beauty is skin deep or superficial, and that what really counts is theinside of a person, but I am not attracted to flesh and bone, to the kidneys, liver,

heart, lungs and so on exposed in operating rooms. Overall, the bikini experience

did remind me that physical beauty is the lowest type of beauty, yet that is based

on the highest beauty inside, derived from the One we would unite with and in

whose image we are purportedly created. In the interim we are advised to love

ourselves in each other. Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

There was an all-purpose, black-and-white checkered swim scarf on sale on the

Montce Swim table for $55. Drape it over your head and face to avoid being

whipped by the Taliban or to rob a bank. Wrap it around your neck or bust or

waist or whatever and look cool. I thought the scarf was hot, as Paris Hilton liked

to say when she was the hot thing around town, so I considered getting one for

Aliz until I remembered my scanty budget and threadbare wardrobe and the fact

that she already has dozens of more expensive scarves in storage.

My eye was attracted by a table of expensive, conservative jewelry from Paris on

the Violet & Grace table. The lovely ladies attending it were apparently deceived

by my only expensive shirt. They wanted me to buy some jewelry on the spot, or

come over to the Shore Club on the morrow to make a purchase. After a

publisher falls in love with my work, I shall indeed buy lots of that kind of jewelry

for women whom I shall love so unconditionally that I do not have to lay a hand


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on them. On the other hand, maybe they want something flashy, so I had better

do some research beforehand.

I noticed a few sushi snacks set out in front of a rotisserie display of a dozen

chickens. I asked the cook standing there if the sushi rolls had chicken in them. Asthe reader may know, eating chicken is enjoined by Our Lady of the Little Red

Rooster Church. He dished out a grumpy no dressed with a sullen glance, and

was otherwise extremely taciturn, but since I had unconditional love, I tried one

of the snacks anyway. It was deliciously substantial, filled I think with crabmeat.

I love the Nikki South Beach Club persona unconditionally even though it is priced

way over my monetary means. I certainly enjoyed myself there last evening

without spending a red cent. I discussed Houdini with its pleasant representativeattending the auction table. She was not giving any candy or beer away, but of

course I did not mind. I generously explained the connection I had made between

Houdini and Jack Penrods beloved deceased daughter, Nikki, in whose spiritual

image he created his clubs, and I promised to send her my article about the

hitherto untold secrets of Houdinis success before he invited a man to punch him

in the solar plexus and was thus killed because he relaxed at the wrong moment.

I went into a quiet place to call Aliz. She is quite generous in her own way, but like

everyone else I know around here, she is quite interested in herself, sometimes

inordinately so, therefore she related at some length her experiences of the day.

When she was finished, I asked her if she wanted to hear about mine. Not

really, she said, Goodbye.

Honesty is the best policy, is it not? Why bother with poppycock? I hung up

without feeling offended. That is one of the many advantages of unconditional

love. As for What Women Want, and perhaps men as well, I think they want to be

loved unconditionally. But there are other considerations.

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