| Recently, I've gotten the most absurd compliments on my legs. They are long, but through a combination of poor shaving habits, bruises, and bug bites I would not define them as “attractive”. Although, apparently their what make me a solid 6 out of 10. Anyone looking for someone with legs, hit me up. I'm not offended by this. I personally enjoy a good compliment even if it is completely full of shit. It makes one feel like their not completely wasting their 20s on botox and shots of bacardi. |  |
I was also volunteering, as I do most Wednesday nights, when this very pleasant gentleman in his late 30s early 40s told me that “black men must love me.” I do not have extensive expertise in being hit on. It's happened a few times, all memorable, only one worth talking about, but not a single one has been outside of the broad genre of “Caucasian”. And, it's not even that broad. They've all had oatmeal complexion.
I don't know. I love the concept of being obsessed and desired by everyone, but from research and experience it's just not true. I also got hit on at Target, but I don't want to talk about that.
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