Most guys tend to think that if you call a somewhat attractive woman (which is exactly what I think I am) beautiful, she'll probably be more willing to sleep with them. Maybe it's the guys I knew growing up, but when a guy tells me I'm beautiful, it pretty much does one thing: makes me suspicious. Beautiful is not the compliment I want to hear, what does it really mean? "You look really good, and because of that, I want to be with you." Woo! Hooray for me.
No, beautiful is not what I want to hear. Instead, call me an artist, call me talented, and most importantly, mean it. Be impressed by what I can do, what I can make, not by what dna made.
A man I view as extremely talented recently told me about our first meeting and his impression of me.
"I thought you were an art girl. Talented. I didn't think you'd be interested in me."
"An 'Art girl' is exactly what I wish I was."
And after that, of course I kissed him. How could I not? It's one thing for people to see your outsides. It's another for them to not only see your insides, but see them as YOU want them to be seen, hope them to be seen. I'll give the other girls, "beautiful" and keep "artist".
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