There have been so many times that I felt that the times I went out not looking my best was when I would run into the best looking men. Some times they approach me most times not. I love cosmetics and being girly, the whole shebang, yet I have learned that the way you look is only part of it, I mean how bad do you look? Does the guy want to rescue you from a bad look day? He may think you are too frumpy to get dates and you'd welcome any attention going your way, Does it matter that you have sweats and a T instead of a tank top with jeans? It should;’t but it does well at least to some. Sexy is not what you wear, its how you feel. I love me! When I get dressed for the day I dress for the occasion and mostly I dress for me. I could care less if a person thinks I’m sexy or not. My sexiest isn't validated by the other person in my mind; its shared. I love me flaws and all, and any one in my life knows it. I enjoy who and how I am its me. I love me, When I am approached I appreciate it and give a warm thanks and simply let that be the end of that episode. I don't look or fish for more. I get approached
by men every day all day, even by a lot of the same men I see daily. I'm my humble opinion I am sexy.
I love myself flaws and all. And I could care less if anyone thought differently. Am I confident? Ya damn right! 
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When are you sexiest? Are you sure?
by Redbook, on Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:27am
In the past two days, two men have approached me, which normally doesn't happen. And the weirdest thing? I looked awful both of those times. Coincidence or is there something there? I think there just might be a lesson! The first time, I'd just finished a 5 mile-is loop around Central Park. I was sweaty, wearing a t-shirt cut at the neck Flashdance style and ugly knee-length shorts, hair in a pony tail. And these two Spanish guys asked me directions, then things began getting a little friendly-flirty. The second time was yesterday afternoon. I was PMSing and stressed out by friend stuff, by family stuff, by work stuff, by life stuff. You know how it is. It was one of those days where things just built and built and built and, after one frustrating moment, I knew I was going to cry. So instead of running into the bathroom, locking myself into the handicapped stall, and just letting it go, I went outside, walked to Starbucks, and, yeah, allowed myself to break down a bit.
