By definition, that word means "A sexually attractive woman who sets out to allure or seduce someone."
I was nineteen years old at the time. I hardly felt like a full grown woman, much less a sexually attractive one. Want to see what I looked like for the most part?
That. That is what I looked like. I was constantly wearing that hat (it was my favorite hat that I stole from my brother), and other than switching out the tee shirt for tank tops, what you see is pretty much all you'd get with me.
In response to the temptress remark, my husband said at the time, "You must be the worst temptress in the world, cause it's not working."
Gee, I wonder why. Don't you want me, baby?
I remember the very first picture I took when I was trying to be deliberately sexy. Want to see that one? Brace yourself. It's about to get naughty.
Oh my gosh, what a whore!
The sweetest part is that I sent this to him while he was in Iraq the first time, and he taped it to the back of his field journal and carried it around with him for seven months. He came home and married me, so maybe it worked after all and he really did succumb to my seductive powers.
Right...
I've never forgotten that remark. You'd have been hard pressed to find a girl less sexy than me. For as worldly wise as I pretended to be in front of some of the people I hung out with, I was totally faking it. I knew almost nothing and even if I did have some knowledge of how these things worked, I never thought of myself as desirable in almost any way, much less physically desirable.
I don't know why I'm thinking of that right at this particular moment. Maybe because the anniversary of our first kiss (11 years ago) is today and I was thinking about how young and innocent we both were. I look back on those times and occasionally wish I had more working knowledge, but I'm happy I didn't have more experience.
You know what I mean?
