You know, I’ve seen other people try and give eachother a ‘look’ to hook a potential date, something sultry and sexy or perky and creepy, and I’ve found that the best way to get yourself some Victory Hair is to be in your own little world. Seriously, you’d be surprised how many times I’ve been hit on just doing my own thing, not even realizing that the guy or girl was around. I don’t know if it’s because I looked easy to confuse (lol) or because confidence is sexy, or because the women in my family are cursed with enormous juggs, but somehow I’ve never really had to be the one to initiate.
So, I’m no queen of the pick up line, and while I’ll never be the champ of the outrageously fun Ultimate Flirting Championship
Extreme Style by VO5 (seriously, you need to go play that game – make time, I’ll wait.), I’ve had my share of what can only politely be called romance, lol. Which is a feat in itself because, honestly, I’m not particularly good looking – or, you know, good looking at all – but I suppose there’s no accounting for taste? I guess there are more breast men in the world than I’d thought, lol.