The Man That Girl Over There Is Beautiful Essay

> Directed by Garry Marshall, Pretty Woman is a romantic comedy and a modernized Cinderella. The story involves the evolution of the relationship between the two protagonists, Vivian (Julia Roberts) and Edward Lewis (Richard Gere). In the film how a business arrangement between a business magnate and a prostitute quickly becomes a genuine loving relationship. In addition to their complex business relationship, Edward’s lawyer Phil (Jason Alexander) is one of many obstacles to the desired “fairy tale ending.” Edward and Vivian are two broken individuals. Vivian is prostitute who is dealing with the vicissitudes of life and Edward is a divorced man who recently broke up with his girlfriend. Vivian and Edward bring out the

In the book Beautiful Boy David Sheff the father describes his and his family’s experience dealing with his son Nic who is addicted to the drug crystal meth. In telling his story David takes us down memory lane to the beginning of his life with his first wife who gives birth to his son Nic.

“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”

“I always spy on you. We never talk. How else do I figure out your likes and dislikes?” It was a lie, but a well-played one. I took my pen and bit down on the end, sending a seductive smile in his direction, hoping he’d get the message. Flirting wasn’t something I was awesome at, but for some reason, no matter how bad I was at fluttering my eyelashes and sending some sexual vibe, the opposite sex never seemed to care. They always took the bait. Boys. They only thought with one organ. And it wasn’t their brains.

“If you do hers then you do mine too.” Alicia says giving me a look. Alicia looks like a person who came out of a teen magazine. Her yellow, brown hair draped over her dark green with white border t-shirt with some skinny jeans on with white tennis shoes on.

“Don’t you get it. You have to watch yourself. Things are changing and it would be best it you weren’t

"I like your sweater." a dulcet voice compliments. I look up to see a petite girl, maybe a few inches shorter than I, shyly standing in front of me. Her wavy brown hair falls past her shoulders and framing the soft features of her cute face. Her grey eyes seem to sparkle in the slight sunlight peaking out on the chilly autumn day. She gives me a nervous look, seemingly anxious to how I will react to her comment.

Sal looks at the photo of the girl and compares it to Jenny to make sure she’s the same person. He notices bruises all over her body. He doesn’t see a DARK FIGURE standing in the doorway.

I laugh at his vivid imagery and my eyes wander to the two girls. Ashley is taking selfies with her phone and Gregger is touching up her makeup. When they see me looking, Ashley mouths, "Ribbit." I shake my head from the stabbing word.

“I can’t?” He leans in with a smirk on his face, clearly he’s enjoying the height differences. The man towers over me and I can finally see his eyes. They're brown, but there's also a hint of green... I have never seen eyes quite like his before.

She notes that he doesn’t quite maintain his poker face as his lip just barely quirks up at one corner. She’s not sure if it’s her delivery, the subject, or if there is some underlying attraction. She silently curses him for being so difficult to read, while acknowledging that she’s enjoying the puzzle he presents. He recovers immediately, were she not watching him so intently she might think he hadn’t heard her at all.

“Okay...,” she murmurs and part of you feels bad for how easily she was convinced.

“How are you!” I asked. I felt sorry for her because I had realized at that time I forgot the goddam name of her. It should not be like this. She was really a nice girl and in some cases, she was charming. She has a short black hair and clean even teeth, looked very well-bred.

“Then what does it matter to you what I told him?” Everleigh's eyes widen a little as she realized that I had thought of something she hadn't.

“I’m pretty sure I made it clear I didn’t want you involved.” Her attempt to mollify me fails spectacularly.