Prudishness?

Well, Jennifer made me realize something important.

I tend to over-compensate on the issue of modesty. I do have the top half that allows me to wear low-cut tops really impressively, but I'm usually in a crew-neck something or other that covers my entire chest and the lower part of my neck. I need some boob shirts. LOL Where do they come from?

I guess it's that thought in my head that men can just look at me and tell that I'm "damaged goods," as one smartass recently called me. He deserves a solid punch in the face for that. But he was drunk on the phone, so I guess I have to cut him some slack. Something tells me that I need to take pains to hide what I think is obvious, so that I can say, "Nooooo... I'm nothing like that. See? I'm all covered up!"

What if the thing that I'm actually accomplishing is appearing cold and standoffish with a touch of "Don't touch me" Ice Princess attitude?

Oh no. Could that be it?

I watched "A Midsummer Night's Dream" today, because yes, I wanted to see Rupert Everett. Yes, I know he's gay, and that's a huge disappointment. But he's wonderful eye candy and he makes me daydream about all sorts of romantic things. He'd have me fooled about the gay thing, or he's got someone giving him very good direction on how to look at a woman and touch her ever so slightly. He's leaned over Michelle Pfeiffer, who is sleeping, stroking his fingers over the top of her forehead while his other hand trails around her jaw and chin. Touching with the barest whisper of his finers.

And the way he kisses her seems to have some meaning behind it. Lots of scenes where he's just watching her sleep, plotting her humiliation, and his expression is saying he's crazy about the woman, but he's still poutily mad at her over the little boy she won't give over.

*sigh* Maybe it's just really good acting, but I'd like to be touched like that. :)

I'm just worried now that if anybody tries, he'll need an ice axe to break through and get to the real me, who really is warm and fuzzy inside.