Yesterday as I finished getting dressed for a visit with a friend, I paused to survey the room strung with clothes that I’d tried on and tossed aside. 4 skirts were on the floor along with few tops, 2 pairs of shoes in a corner. Why did I change so many times? Why was it so important to have the right outfit. For whose benefit?
Do we ever just get dressed for ourselves?
A man once told me that men are not the real predators in the male/female game of life. Women are. Men may do the hunting, but WE instigate the chase. We know that they are visual creatures, we know that they want us, we know what to do to get them, and we feed them, knowing that they will take the bait.
When we dress to go out consciously or subconsciously, and whether we want to admit it or not, we are dressing for the male pleasure as well as our own.
I don't know if it is true...
But the outfit I decided on was meticulously planned. A red thong so small it looked and felt like just a sliver between my cheeks. That was for me. Feeling desirable is the key. A flirty black skirt that grabbed my ass and moved freely about my legs. A thin black top with plunging neckline made subtle hints that I am bra less. I completed the outfit with high heels buckled seductively around my ankles.
I studied myself from head to toe before leaving the house, the way the flirty skirt curved intimately to the shape of my ass. The hem danced about my legs as my hips sway provocatively with each step. My bare breasts standing proudly against the fallen neckline of my blouse. My legs looked strong and toned and seductive. Face glowing, lips pouting, lashes long, not a hair out of place.
I sprayed a mist of perfume into the air and walked through it. Does our perfume not leave men intoxicated with desire?
Men can’t help but hunt because we are masters at instigating the chase.