It’s in her eyes, and the way she looks at me, dips her lids and looks at me again from beneath her brow. She plays with her hair and she is always looking at me, making me feel like I’m the center of her world. And yeah, playing with the strap over her shoulder; letting it slip down, pulling it back up, letting is slip down; letting it stay there.
And of course there’s the low cut blouse. Ain’t a guy in the world won’t try to look down and see what you got. You set the trap, move the bazongas into view, and then look away, and when he looks, you catch him and then tsk at him like he’s so naughty. Then put a hand on his arm, and slide it slowly up his arm to the elbow. Lean into him. Let him feel your shoulder.
Come on. This stuff is natural. You must know it. Women seem to be born with it. The real problem is getting the guy to notice that you actually mean it, and it is him that you really want.
I could never believe that growing up. As a result I didn’t have much success with women. Besides which, I never had much confidence.
Now I’ve realized a thing or two, I have met some really wonderful women in my life. Now I know that all I need to do, really, is show them my passion. I got plenty of that. Maybe too much. Dunno what my wife would say.