My Life as a Beautiful Woman
I’ve been a beautiful woman for fifty days, and no one has compared me to a summer’s day. No one has said my lips are like rose blossoms or my throat is as smooth as alabaster.
Men don’t have time for that anymore. We live in the age of transparency. Say what you mean and mean what you say. As in:
“You are a very pretty lady.”
“I think you are very attractive.”
“You look hot.”
I’ve been approached by more than six hundred men, and that’s one of the big themes I’ve discovered in...