At Least Someone Wants Your Sex
I’m not skinny. I’m not chubby either. I’m the girl who would’ve fit in perfectly during the 1950’s; curvy and fair.
I think I’m sexy. Some other people agree and some don’t, but either way I’ve still received my fair share of attention.
I’ve been gawked at like a celebrity, hit on like a playmate, but couldn’t get a date to my Senior Prom (I’ll share that sad tale another day). I have gorgeous eyes and high maintenance, forgettable hair.
Suffice to say, I’m imperfect and flawed; human.
And I’m usually okay with all of it, because when it comes to the art of love and relationships, you can’t be the cat’s meow to everyone, but you will be to some.
With good ol’ statistics you’re bound to run into interested participants here and there, because everyday, somebody somewhere wants you, and you’re too busy looking for it to notice.
Real sex appeal comes with confidence and self esteem, so build up both and head out with your feathers showing; no one is going to see greatness unless you emit it from the inside.
Great blog and a great post, I’m wholly in agreement. I find it sad that so many people are depressed about how they look even when they have a partner that finds them very attractive or plenty of people throwing themselves at them.
Personally (and maybe this is just because I’m a guy) being attractive serves one purpose: to attract a partner. I now have a girlfriend that I find incredibly beautiful so I don’t really care if no-one else finds me attractive and don’t care at all why my own sex thinks. I won’t “let myself go” but at the same time it just doesn’t bother me any more.
March 11th, 2008 at 7:48 am