Unwanted Come Ons, Standards, and Ways to Turn Up the Heat.

People ask me, sometimes, how I see myself.  If I think I am 'hott' or 'pretty' or 'ugly', or whatever.

My answer has changed over the years. 

10 years ago, I would have said I was okay, but I wouldn't have meant it.  I didn't think anything of myself really.  Now tho, I feel completely different.  I wouldn't consider myself conceited by any means, but I do have a healthy respect for my own self.

More than ever in my life, probably.

I am happy with who I am and what I look like.  I may not be a beauty, but I am comfortable in my own skin, and that is what matters most to me.

Honestly, the tattoos have helped me feel more myself.  I have altered my body with decorations of my own choosing and I have become more of myself with their help.

I don't, however, attribute all of my, so called, confidence to the tattoos.  Most of it comes from getting older, learning life's lessons, and discovering the benefits to the 'fuck it' attitude, but as with anything, there is always the balance of a down side.

The downside to confidence, is that you get hit on by more people. 

I know. I know.

Super bad, right...

The bad actually comes when you look up to find a guy older than your grandpa staring at you, asking to play a game of pool, standing way too close.

or

The greasy toothless regular asking you for your number for the 5th time.


I try not to be one of those girls who get all cuntalicious about it, so I just laugh it off and go on my way, but as it happens, some people just don't get the hint.


The wing lady and I found a new bar recently, and a few nights ago, as we were posted up at the bar trying not to get sucked into the TV, having a great time enjoying our little date night, it becomes apparent that we have brought our A-game.

Thankfully the bartenders are fabulous and managed to save us from hurting some poor guys' feelings. 

I hate being in that position. 

I remember back when I didn't feel so great about myself, and how hard it would be for me, personally, to go up to anyone and hit on them, even now. 

I don't want to be the bitch at the bar that was too good to have a beer, but at the same time, I don't want to give false hope to those who don't have a chance.

It's a fine line.

Its something that both intrigues me and disturbs me, how my standards have changed.  I am not one to judge solely on looks alone, and never will be, but there are somethings that I just have a hard time over looking.

Teeth.  That word in itself is a bit scary for me.  Those that know me well, know of my very real fear of dentists and oral things in general, and also of my own personal dissatisfaction with my own mouth.  Judging someone on teeth is like a constant hypocritical battle with me, but I can't deny it.

As it seems... I attract the dentally impaired.  So much so, that at work, I now have a rule...  

Don't call me for anything less than teeth and tattoos.

Good tattoos.

Thats another bit of a standard I have.  If you don't have them thats cool.  Gatta like mine tho. 

If you have them, by all means show them off, but don't be surprised that I don't like your jail house stuff, and for the love of Got, don't tell me to go see your guy who works out of his kitchen.

Seriously.

If you meet up to the standards, and you feel like you can deal with my crazy ideals...  I may just give you the flirt in return.

Once you have the go ahead, there are a few things that can help you seal the deal... if you are interested.

Some sure fire ways to catch my attention... 

Be funny!  That is the sure fire easiest way to win my attention.  Make a funny comment.  Give me a corny come on.  Catch me off guard and make me laugh out loud.

Don't be too obvious.  Have a conversation with me.  Invest in a beer or two.

Touch me.  Don't be weird, but touch is powerful.  Brush against my hand or my arm while you talk.  Let me know you are interested. 

Tell me something interesting.  I love stories.  Give me a bit of incite into your mind.

Once you are there...

Don't be afraid to make your move.  I love a confident guy who isn't afraid to kiss me right there outside the bar. 


What erks you about dating?
How do you let someone know you arn't interested?
You have any make or break standards?
What catches your eye?

Tell me a tale, readers.

Rock Steady