Sometimes, when I get really bored at work and need some excitement, i like to pretend I'm a sex goddess.

Suddenly, my eyes get bigger, my breasts get bigger, my hair is, for once in my life, under control, my lips are...lippier. I walk to the photocopier like it's a lover waiting in darkness. I meet the eyes of every man that passes like he will melt in my hands, like he already has. A smile plays on the edges of my lips, gradually moving to my eyes where it becomes a mischevious glimmer. You know, one of those butter-melting model looks that turn men to jelly. Yeah, that's right, I can do it too! Not well, mind you; I probably look more like an angry squirrel when I do it, but as long as I don't know it it's not true.

The papers in my hand become light with my newfound strength. I don't even care about the million things I can't do waiting to pounce on me when I get back to my desk - I am a sex goddess and somehow, things will work themselves out. My natural charm will get me through.

I drink tropical juice and feel it oozing from my skin. I walk like I know where I'm going, and for those precious moments, I actually do. I don't fumble my words when I'm trying to be smooth and witty. I possess eloquence like a burning building and breasts to match. I am Aphrodite rising from the foam. I am lust personified. Every eye turns to me when I enter a room and I like it! Lovely, everything is lovely and luscious and exciting. Suddenly the world is filled with anticipation and energy! Everybody wants me! Everybody! Weeeeeeeeee! Sexual power is fun! Even if you only pretend to have it!

Ok, calm down. The point is, if you walk like a sex goddess, you may just turn into one. Well, for a little while, anyway.

There is truth to that.

She's not the one your eyes gravitate to when you come into the room. There are other girls there, with firm butts and big boobs, small waist. Girls that could almost be models. Scratch that. Girls that could easily be models. You walk around, chat a bit with these, have a nice time. Only on your third time over to the bar do you notice her. You'd call her cute. A little plump, maybe, though she's smart enough to dress for her body. You pass her, your thoughts immediately back to the girl you've just been chatting up.

On your way back, she looks up at you, and you stare right into her eyes. She flashes a smile, and disappears again behind you. This time, your thoughts don't immediately go back to the girl you've been chatting up. It lingers at that face. An expression, seemingly innocent, but hinting at a very different truth.

You end the evening in the bed of the girl you've been chatting up, the other girl only half-remembered.

Two days later, you see her in the halls. There are several girls around, many very beautiful, but now she is the one that catches your eyes.. You have no idea why, but there's something about her. Studying her, you find that her entire being spells sexy. No one thing, it's just how she walks, her body language, and how she smiles as her eyes meet yours like they did earlier. She slows down as you're about to pass, greets you, and you stop dead in your tracks, almost unable to utter a response. It dawns on you that you might be in love.

The above is fiction. But it holds truth. Looking back, the girls I have ultimately found the sexiest, who has put the bigger mark on me, have not been supermodels. They have been ordinary girls, with quite average looks. Girls I didn't really look twice at the first time I met them. Cute, yes, sure, though I saw girls who I initially found more attractive being quite taken with their own inadequancies.

These girls didn't show that. They showed confidence. They believed in themselves, as individuals and as girls. They carried themselves in a way, telling the world that they were interesting, fun, and to the guys, that they were desireable.

So, if you're a girl and read this, I ask you to try to think that you're sexy. I ask you to try to act as if you're sexy. Soon, you will learn how to do it right, and you will start believing in yourself.

No, I beg you. For there are far too few out there who believe it. And a girl who knows how to be sexy is so much sexier than any model-bodied airhead. And I know that being sexy is a frame of mind. I've seen it. I've met so many girls who shouldn't have, from a popular image of beauty, have caught my attention so much. But they have, because they've known how to be sexy, instead of just look sexy.

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