It must be the red hair

If you’ve ever visited our Facebook page, you know that I like to have fun once in a while and do a “Red Head Sunday”. I’m working on one right now while I write this. I just love being a Ginger, but it took me quite a few years to grow into that love. I used to be “made fun of” for my white skin and freckles, and my typical sunburned skin in the summer months. Now I treasure my “different” look like no other.

I was eating lunch with a friend the other day and she commented on how men glance and sometimes stare when I’m around or pass them by. Even her husband noticed at the last event we attended. He said “does she know everyone is staring at her?” For some reason I never notice this unless someone points it out to me. If men are that visually attracted to me then why don’t they approach me?  Do I give off this “unapproachable vixen” vibe as well? I sure hope not! Even Sex Kitten thinks I’m a “Force of Nature” as she put it.

I have a birthday coming up this week and I was thoughtfully looking back on my dating life over the years. One simple fact is that I’ve NEVER asked a man on a date. That’s hilarious considering how many men I’ve dated minus the years with my ex-husband. I’m honestly not even sure how to pull it off … do I have the balls to do this?

So that’s my goal this year, I need to start “asking” instead of just going along with the hottie that approaches me. I don’t think it’s an insecurity issue or lack of self esteem, I think I just have terrible timing and I’m rather un-assuming about people’s opinions of me. I need to come to terms with how others see me and how I see myself. I don’t think I’m painfully lacking in self-awareness but it does throw me off a bit.

I think I might start by talking to the security guard at my office building. He’s a tall, dark and handsome type that always says “hi” and asks how my day is going. I’ve overheard the cleaning lady say “She’s so pretty!” to him as I leave the building so maybe she has him convinced and I’ll have bonus points for trying. I wonder if a redheaded tattooed sassy woman is his type … I’ll keep ya posted.

~Globe Trotter in Lingerie


Flirt Like a Cowgirl

Being a horseback rider has serious perks when it comes to interacting with men. You can be honest and dirty at the same time. After all, how many women can legitimately end a phone conversation like this:

Gotta go. I’m about to ride the stallion and I’m going to need both hands.

Or how about innocently musing when you can tell he’s starting to glaze over listening to you talk:

You know, ass-less chaps is really a misnomer. All chaps are ass-less. (Thanks, GTiL!)

If he’s pissing you off:

I held down 3 colts for castration this morning. I’m not too tired to do one more.

He needs to be taken down a peg? Try:

Awww, honey, really… it’s so cute! The miniature pony’s is almost as little as yours.

But unless you’re into the really kinky shit, never let him see your collection of whips and spurs!

~ Sex Kitten (with claws)

Force of Nature

My dear friend and Orgazmic Vitality mastermind and fellow blogger Globe Trotter in Lingerie is a force of nature when it comes to men. Every time we are out in public together,  if there are men around they are influenced by her presence.  She never has to do anything … she isn’t loud and flirty or overtly sexual or dressed slutty. But invariably the boys notice, and depending on their personalities they are soon staring, glancing, joining our conversation, challenging us to a game, asking if they know her. She’s like a planet or a star with her own gravity, and the male persuasion cannot help but orbit around her. I’m in awe of her. I’ve watched her in action many times, and I have no clue how she does it.

I mean OK, I have an idea. She’s drop-dead gorgeous for one. She exudes self-confidence and happiness. And she has that kind of Popular Girl vibe that immediately makes you want to be liked by her but secretly suspect you’re not quite cool enough for her.  I’m not sure if all that registers consciously with guys, but they are instinctively drawn to her.

Last night was no exception. We went out for Mexican and the waiter is all over her immediately (he and she have their own history, but I’ll let her fill you in about that if she wants to!). The bartender is hanging over the bar telling us about his disappointment that his hooker neighbor turned him down after he brought her flowers in favor of a friend of his that got her high on sugar that she thought was cocaine. The men sitting down the bar from us are sometimes sneaking looks and sometimes openly staring. And she’s reading me the flirty texts as they come in from the guy that she’s going out with for the first time on Saturday.

If she ever writes a How To book, I will be the first one in line to buy it.

~ Sex Kitten (with claws)