Hello Everyone;
Yesterday the Brit BF told me that "vision of myundulating curves" we're fueling his Krytonic life force. Basically, he was getting a hard on thinking of me. Sorry to be so crude but, like, wow. Undulating curves? Me? Geez. I had to take a minute to recover from that one. Yes, he finds me very attractive but I never thought of myself as that good looking. If anything, lately I've been critical of my appearance. I read undulating curves and I think fat not curves nicely in all the right places. I certainly don't think I'm that good looking to give a guy a hard on. Come on, me? No way. However, according to the Brit BF, I am that good looking. Down right sexy as a matter fact. Now sexy is certainly not a way I would describe myself either. Dumpy and dowdy maybe but not sexy. Alright maybe I'm being too hard on myself when I say dumpy and dowdy. Whatever. I just don't consider myself that good looking enough to fuel a person's wet dreams. I mean it's not like I try or anything like that. Maybe that's the key, not trying to be sexy. That fabled thing that French women have, a certain effortless. I guess I can forget buying that book I saw a little while ago on Parisian chic. I seem to have down. Whew, that saved me a few dollars that I could put to better use. Still, someone lavishing attention on me is nice.
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