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THATS the response i want

 When i send a full body picture of me in my "going to work" outfit - and i get a text that says "Damn you are fucking sexy".....

That is the correct response.

And i feel marvelous, darling.

I felt like i was looking cute before i sent the picture, incidentally. But when the man you are wanting attention from gives the correct response......priceless.

I could care less if anyone else notices.

But i'm going to toot my horn because i don't really get to very often........

The new IT guy was getting out of his car at the same time i was walking into the building.  I saw him do a doubletake.  Then we met up at the elevators and he was all awkward.  For a moment i thought i had something stuck to my shoe.  But no, he kept stealing glances at me from under his mop of hair.

I still got it.

Boom.

Okay here is my thought- When a woman is working on herself and seeing results, and has a man in her life that pumps her up.......the vibe shines through.  That makes her attractive to other people who may not have noticed her, or discounted her previously.

Because she is vibing with herself.  And being told that by the guy she is seeing.

Funny, how that works.  

Men smell conquest.  They will take their shot and a happy woman lets it go right past her.  All she knows is the man who supports her to get to happy........THIS woman.  I can't speak for all.

Yes, i put that skirt on i haven't fit in years.  And tonight i go home and work out as part of my life.  I am not near my goal of being able to do a deep squat (which i have never been able to do in my life) but my stretching and walking and just MOVING is paying off.

I'm feeling pretty good about myself today.  go. me.  


 

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