I must confess.....
.....I absolutely LOVE well kept/trimmed facial hair on a man. It's like a mark or rite of passage that he is no longer a boy and ready to do what he gotta do. Confident and suave. Clo has had his facial hair for a year and I absolutely LOVE it. He does a lot more for his face than when it was bare. He also lost a lot of weight apparently. when you're with someone for so long you don't notice a gradual change. The only way you'll notice something very different is when two pictures are put up side by side. I held up a 3 year old photo besides a recent one he took and they are very different. He's lost a lot of weight. Or more like he's bulked up from weight lifting. I wish I could compliment him but he acts all weird when I do so. Or he brushes me off. I guess it's so embarrassing to him. Meanwhile, he won't say anything nice about my appearance to me. Only if I do something he don't like such as cut my hair or wear something revealing does he have something to day. Booo! Anyways, some people don't look right with facial hair. At that point, it's time to capitalize on other potential attractive features. But confidence mixed with humility is an attractive wardrobe.
Clo can easily be a doppleganger for Rick Ross sans tattoos
But sometimes a bold and cocky approach is welcomed.
At work a couple of weeks ago a guy walked into the building after I watched him drive by the first time. Apparently he saw me inside and decided to drive back and come inside leaving his car running outside. I thought he was looking for directions and I asked him what I could help him with.
"I came inside to flirt with you." I laughed and I looked for my male co-workers who were in a different part of the building. Is this really happening?
"Very funny. But seriously can I help you?"
"No, seriously, I came in to talk to you. I saw you and wanted to talk to you." I looked at him long and hard waiting for the punch line.
"My name is __________. What's yours?" I answered truthfully because I was still in disbelief. I can't be that much of a show stopper.
"Are you single?" I shook my head no because I couldn't speak anymore.
"Oh ok," after which he wandered back out the store. I looked at my male co-workers who finally reappeared.
I give him an A+++ for the bold and straight to the point approach. I appreciated it. But I don't trust these men. I wonder if this is going ot become an issue as the influx of young testosterone increases. I can't even go to the local watering hole and have a good time with my friends. Even if I was single I couldn't do it. Most are looking for a 1 night stand and when there are other females involved, as is inevitable, there is drama. I HATE drama. I told my dad about it and he laughed. Other men, he was sure, have come in because I was in there to get a closer look. This guy was just the first to be bold and straight forward enough to tell me I was the reason he came in.
I take it as a compliment. But it kinda makes me weary. So many people have told me I should have been a model but I absolutely don't have the personality for it. I'd have to be a straight up Bitch if Americas Next Top Model is any indication. I'm too mellow for that. And I don't want to become shallow basing my money earning potential on my looks. I would rather work on my brain capacity because anyone can come and, worse case scenario, throw acid on your skin and Father Time always has the last laugh if you make it to old age. Wrinkly and sagging skin.
Clo can easily be a doppleganger for Rick Ross sans tattoos
But sometimes a bold and cocky approach is welcomed.
At work a couple of weeks ago a guy walked into the building after I watched him drive by the first time. Apparently he saw me inside and decided to drive back and come inside leaving his car running outside. I thought he was looking for directions and I asked him what I could help him with.
"I came inside to flirt with you." I laughed and I looked for my male co-workers who were in a different part of the building. Is this really happening?
"Very funny. But seriously can I help you?"
"No, seriously, I came in to talk to you. I saw you and wanted to talk to you." I looked at him long and hard waiting for the punch line.
"My name is __________. What's yours?" I answered truthfully because I was still in disbelief. I can't be that much of a show stopper.
"Are you single?" I shook my head no because I couldn't speak anymore.
"Oh ok," after which he wandered back out the store. I looked at my male co-workers who finally reappeared.
I give him an A+++ for the bold and straight to the point approach. I appreciated it. But I don't trust these men. I wonder if this is going ot become an issue as the influx of young testosterone increases. I can't even go to the local watering hole and have a good time with my friends. Even if I was single I couldn't do it. Most are looking for a 1 night stand and when there are other females involved, as is inevitable, there is drama. I HATE drama. I told my dad about it and he laughed. Other men, he was sure, have come in because I was in there to get a closer look. This guy was just the first to be bold and straight forward enough to tell me I was the reason he came in.
I take it as a compliment. But it kinda makes me weary. So many people have told me I should have been a model but I absolutely don't have the personality for it. I'd have to be a straight up Bitch if Americas Next Top Model is any indication. I'm too mellow for that. And I don't want to become shallow basing my money earning potential on my looks. I would rather work on my brain capacity because anyone can come and, worse case scenario, throw acid on your skin and Father Time always has the last laugh if you make it to old age. Wrinkly and sagging skin.