I think it's marvelous when a woman I'm crazy about gets dolled up. I even dig "dolled up" for it's retro, 40's gangster's girlfriend vibe.
Of course I am wholeheartedly for everyone being comfortable. But...but, when the effort is put in, when the thought is put in, when, by her choices she shows me how well she knows me, that she might actually be somewhat uncomfortable and she knows that appeals to both of us...yeah, I like that. I like experiencing her when she knows she looks fantastic and that she dressed for her own pleasure as well.
I love that she will toss on jeans and a t-shirt to hit the farmers' market with me on a weekend morning, hair however messy she wants it, not a jot of makeup. That's easily as breathtaking as her being dressed to the nines. It's just very different.
Regarding the "it's what's on the inside that matters" thing...that is definitely so. It's what will bring you to my heart. So...what? We can't have it all? I think it's possible. A wonderful, bright, funny, creative, kinky, intellectually hungry human being who can make me hard with just a glance; and who knows she can, yes, thanks. My preference is one, I suppose, of duality in many forms. Get dolled up for me, but be understated. I'd much rather you be a surreptitious provocateur, just the two of us knowing what lies beneath.
Darn it, I think I'm derailing myself.
I'll end by saying I love a good tie.
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Now, if I could just find a way to get paid for what I can do with my tongue and a cherry stem.
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