| Wednesday, July 29, 2015, 10:17:24 PM |
I'm not sure if it's just me, but I have a multitude of different sides to my character. And in real life, although very outwardly confident, inside I'm rather shy. And one of the things that is a real trigger point for my self doubt moments is dressing up. I'm a real tomboy in real life.. with a leaning towards rock chick. I've not worn a skirt in years and don't even talk to me about dresses. And yet, today, I eagerly dressed up in 2 of the sexiest skimpy dresses I could find, spent an exciting 3 hours taking photos and then posted the best of them on to the internet for strangers to rate and enjoy. Can someone explain that juxtaposition to me as I can't begin to even understand it myself. As soon as the dress was on, I knew I was sexy. I felt it deep inside. It didn't matter that I don't like my legs. It didn't matter that I've got cellulite. It didn't matter that I hate my stomach. It didn't matter I wish I was 5 inches taller. I was sexy. I knew it. And I'd like to hope that shows through in the photos. But the thought of going out in public wearing a dress fills me with dread. Why is that? I wish I knew. What I do know, is that actually, the girl in the photos, the sex kitten if you will, is much more of the real me than the shy girl hidden away in a hoodie. Which is actually very sad, no? And this links in to one of the reasons I'm so conflicted about men in general at the moment. I'm not meeting the kinds of men I like in my real world, because I'm not actually showing all of me. What you see is not what you're going to get. That's what lead me to seeking a 'friend with benefits' (hate that term but at a loss for a better fitting one at the moment) online. I can be my kinky, exhibitionist, desperate to find someone to pin be down and fuck the shit out of me self better online.. so the theory should be I'd find a better fit, right? Ermm no.. Because it seems that a good 95% of men in cyberspace assume that if a woman is openly expressing the desire to meet up and have a good time between the sheets, she'll do that with just anyone. That's it's ok to be rude and disrespectful because she must be a slut. I won't paint everyone with that same brush, but its sadly the majority. There also is an assumption that if you're looking for sex, then you've very little self respect and you're just looking for a quicky. Again, for me at least, not true. Am I really so very wrong if I want a man to put just a tiny bit of an effort into a conversation with me? And for me to need intelligence to engage me? And why can't I hope that a member of the male species might be up for taking a walk in the park, or meeting for a beer, sharing a conversation and a lot of laughter before taking me bed and rocking my world? And if I say I'd like to have the occasional conversation or text to say 'hey, how's your day been?' between those dirty dates, I'm genuinely not a step away from proposing marriage. I'm a woman. I'm a complex pacakge. I've got edges and curves and many many different sides. And I wish I could find a place where I could show every single side. Away from the internet I'm not showing the inner heat, and online I'm showing so much heat I miss the simple joy of being connected to someone. And that is why, for now, I'm not even looking. |
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