Dilly Dally, Shilly Shally. I am everything and nothing at the same time. I am the knight in shining armor, here to save the damsel in distress. The distressing part? Underneath my helm, I'm the dragon, too. President and CEO of The Free Big Tits Movement.
Coming to grips with my attractiveness.
And it’s a difficult road to be on.
I never looked at myself as attractive. I was one of those guys who always felt like a woman had to get to know me first and then I could ask for the date, you know? Like, my personality is excellent; no one can take that away from me.
But my face and body and height? Eh.
But lately, like in the past 2 or 3 years, I’ve been told that I’m attractive/cute/handsome/etc. Initially, I always laughed it off because I took it as a polite way of saying ‘you cool people but you’re below average in the looks department, but I’m not gonna tell you that to your face, so here’s a throwaway compliment’.
But now, there’s more and more women telling me that looks wise, I am a pretty dapper guy. And they mean it. And whether they know it or not, it’s a ego boost; one that I certainly appreciate. Especially April, who thinks I’m damn good looking, and not just because she’s dating me; she thought so beforehand.
I don’t know, I’m rambling. I’m just trying to come to grips with my attractiveness.
No matter how ugly I think I am, someone out there likes my face. And I’m always surprised at the type of women that do like my face: the very beautiful, the very modelesque, the very attractive in a ‘I can literally get any man on this planet’ type of women.
*sigh*
I’m workinonit, though.
