calamities of continual cuteness
So I survived an actual photoshoot with me as the main subject. My new friend was very nice, he was complimentary without being over creepy. In fact, after two hours spent in his company if he had some experience in d/s and if he wasn't married, I wouldn't mind getting to know him better.
But the word came up. It's that inevitable word for me. I may have hopes and dreams of being a sexy voluptuous vixen or a sultry siren in scarlett, but all I ever get is "You're so cute."
Puppy dogs are cute. Kittens are cute. Flying foxes are cute. I'm a 43 year old woman. Cute shouldn't be an adjective that applies to me. And yet, I don't think I've ever met a man who had any interest in me beyond casual friendship who didn't at some point use the adjective "CUTE".
I'm flattered, but still........CUTE?
But the word came up. It's that inevitable word for me. I may have hopes and dreams of being a sexy voluptuous vixen or a sultry siren in scarlett, but all I ever get is "You're so cute."
Puppy dogs are cute. Kittens are cute. Flying foxes are cute. I'm a 43 year old woman. Cute shouldn't be an adjective that applies to me. And yet, I don't think I've ever met a man who had any interest in me beyond casual friendship who didn't at some point use the adjective "CUTE".
I'm flattered, but still........CUTE?