Thursday, December 9, 2010

Sex in the City...Southern Style...

First I want to start off with a quote from Mae West- It isn't what I do...but how I do it... It isn't what I say... but how I say it....and how I look when I do it and say it....

 I freely admit to being a flirt. There I said it and I'm very, very good at it. Men feel like there is always a double meaning to what I say. I think it is "How" I say it. Men hear an innuendo in everything I say. I can’t even begin to talk about the weather; if I say I’m hot they will say yes you are.  If I say I’m cold they say let me warm you up.

I have an abundance of original sin! Men look at me and they think of tangled sheets and damp bodies intertwined ,  I think it’s the generously proportioned hmmm...chest? Maybe the red hair? Or perhaps it's the way I carry myself, Full of confidence. Who knows? 

The one word most men use to describe me is "HOT"... Now here is the funny part to me. I do not think I stand out in a crowd, I think you might even pass me by without a glance but it’s what I say and how I say it. Sometimes I even shock myself by the things that come out of my mouth!! Oh my whatever did I mean by that, Hmmm?


I was at a celebration of life service the other day and this sexy as sin man walked up and said are you just going to watch them dance or join them? I smiled very sweetly and said "I'm afraid I can't dance because I don't see a pole." As I strolled off glancing over my shoulder and still smiling sweetly, at one point he said he could find me one. He would not have been disappointed if he had.

I’m truthfully a very good girl. I go to church every Sunday and I’m youth leader as well. It’s just that flirty nature of mine that gets me into trouble every single time!

There are times when I don’t even realize what I have said until it has slipped between these luscious lips of mine. Now I’m just a playful, alluring girl honestly, all my guy friends will tell you this. I was married for too many years and my husband was the one to enjoy all my charm.


Now I’m single and quite a few things have changed since I last dated!!!! This new age dating has me a little out of sorts. I love to flirt but men think because I flirt that I’m easy (I know you heard that about me too but I’m here to set the record straight) I’m not easy! I will not sleep with you on the first date, second date or even the third. If I sleep with you it will be because we are in a relationship. I’m just a little old fashioned I guess? I can’t ask a man on a date maybe... for coffee but not a date. I like to be pursued… to feel wanted…desired.


In this day and age of speed dating, online dating, text messages, emails, facebook, twitter, and blogs I don’t know which way to turn???? There are so many different ways to be asked out and rejected! The last time I dated it was simple just see someone smile and they would walk over and start a conversation and either you said yes when they asked or you said no.

I ask "what is a girl to do? " "How do you survive this dating and meet really nice men?" Atlanta is full of single women and the picking of good men seems to be slim. Even with all my skills, finding a prince among frogs is hard work. I seem to have two types of men that I date the ones who want to marry me after one date (I don’t know if this is just a trick to see if I will sleep with them or not) or the ones who run!!

I asked one of my male friends about this . He  said "I can see why they would run." I said "really tell me, why?" He said "you are a strong, sexy, confidant woman who has traveled the world. You know what you want out of this life and what you won’t put up with, so men run because you scare the shit out of them."

 I said "let them run, I don’t want a coward anyway." He laughed and said "exactly!"    

 I'm curious how are other women surviving the dating scene? How and where do you go to meet strong, confident, honest men in Atlanta?

Ladies this is your chance to tell all of your dating tips and the hot spots for those sexy men. I can hardly wait to hear what you have to say... Oh My...

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