Yes, I am a hottie but not in your typical, supermodel way. I am moderately thin in a voluptuous way with large hips and full breasts and wild, uncontrollably curly hair. I have been told that my eyes are as green as the Connecticut River, which is a murky sort of green and that my bee sting lips would have been more appreciated in the fifties.
I remember I had an acquaintance once stop in the middle of a conversation we were having and say, “did you know that you are beautiful?” as if he had just discovered it that second.
It’s true, I have those looks that blossom as you talk to me suddenly confusing you and making you wonder why you didn’t notice me earlier. Usually this happens after you have engaged my sense of humor and once you are hooked I lure you into my lair with eye contact and appreciation for all that you have to say, as long as you are not boring or too self absorbed.
The more raw, honest, kind and, most importantly funny, you are the more I become a hot mass of steamy love holding on to your every intelligent word and if you entice me with tales of adventure than I am yours hook line and sinker grabbing you by the collar and dragging you down to the bathroom to inhale your aroma and awaken your senses so you never want to leave me.
That is me, looking for substance in every man I meet and when I find it I am hungry, impatiently wanting to find out more and get to the core of what makes him exist.
Or at least that was me, before I found a man who enticed me so much that I married him and had three boys with him.
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This an entry to our Half-Drunk Challenge by Jillian of IsDisNormal in response to Big Little Wolf’s “Are You a Hottie” entry.
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Go you. Be a hottie. Be confident. That’s even hotter. Lucky you and your lucky husband. Keep being brave. And daring. And HOT.