#11

Me...wearing a strapless, mini, linen sheath in a sunny yellow with 4.5 in strappy platform heels. I bought the dress a size down so that my assets could really, you know, pop. The girls were sitting high and proud; if I jumped up and down they might just free themselves from the wired bondage known as a Victoria's Secret 7-way bra. Yes, I was gor-jus and feeling great. My tan was on point, helped by a little bronzer, and I'd worked out earlier that day so the arms and shoulders were feeling tight and looking very toned. Him...wearing very dark jeans with a button-down cotton oxford shirt, suede loafers, and casual off white blazer. Shirt wasn't tucked in, just like I like. It says to me, "I'm not going to follow the rules." Rulebreakers were sexy. I liked free thinkers, unconventional men that were not afraid to walk to the beat of their own drum. Nothing was more boring than a man in a flock of sheeple.