How would you describe your body, style, and appearance?

5/5/2014

Who’s that guy… take this how you will but when I look
in the mirror I wonder who is it I’m looking at and that
fact alone will have to do. Of course I am but a man of words
but a word for me seems somewhat pedestrian, commonplace,
and simple; not that I’m anything special but more than
meets the eye but aren’t we all.

As the song goes “Born in the U.S.A." but
I am honestly very skinny, African skinny I would hear in
school… a high metabolism; no benefits and no complaints
either. Sometimes I wish I had begun shaving sooner, not
only my face, there is hair everywhere, something I have
learned to live with but it does leave me vexed to no end.
People have often commented that I’m cold… in the more
literal sense; I won’t say that I’m surprised for two
reasons, the first being having never been kissed, hugged,
or even held hands with a girl of course that type of warmth
I have never grown accustom to and the second as I often lament,
I am seeking my own “Girl On Fire” as it were.


My style can be summed up in one word… black, all black
everything, back it black, sing it black, paint it black;
other than my taste in women, black is my favorite color.
There are times I mix red maybe blue, but I have never been
fond of bright colors on my person; strangely enough on
girls I adore the colors of sundresses and frilly skirts,
petite miniskirts and tops, but a little black dress can
get me going, along with the black dress Katniss Everdeen
wore in “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire”


I don’t often wear short-sleeves outside, even in a casual
atmosphere, which only illustrates my continual problems
with all this hair. Another casualty would be wearing shorts,
now of course I’ve spent days by the pool and wear swim
trunks and such but more often you would find me by the lake,
jeans rolled up, maybe a Hawaiian like shirt opened. As
far as jewelry goes, I don’t wear expensive watches and
the only real gold you might catch me wearing is a high school
medallion.

I often avoid the mirror… one of the reasons being I am
usually uniformed in my appearance or again a tad pedestrian,
jeans, shirt, shoes, all black so it doesn’t require
much forethought. When I’m not going anywhere, replace
jeans with sweatpants, t-shirts, and black slippers,
or maybe only socks.

The supposed dress code for dates is a standard of knowledge
I have yet to gleam, so I would be as per usual, though Anastasia’s
affinity for Christian in his jeans… I would rather like
to attempt that look. It dawns upon me that if I ever lived
with a woman, I assume my style of dress would change for
the better but I find this to be a conundrum considering
my own philosophy on BDSM and a former taste of vanilla e.g.
no leather. Do I clean up nice… normally I avoid suits,
the last time I was in a dress shirt was for work, though I
presume for the right reason I wouldn’t be opposed to
a new suit, something to the tune of “Eyes Wide Shut”
maybe.

To be sure beauty is in the eye of the beholder but who am
I to speak on what others have beheld when it comes to the
current of the visage that is me? Personally at least when
it comes to me I am much more focused on the internal but then
when it comes to the women I see, I am somewhat shallow.

Conceivably it is my fetish for exhibitionism; oddly when
it comes to my sexual prowess or lack thereof I am not so shy,
and as I have stated, I still intend my first time to be captured
on camera. I’ve noticed many girls tend to use the word
cute when it comes to me which until proven otherwise is
akin to puppy love, or adorability; I’ve been approached
by homosexuals and while having no problem with the lifestyle,
it has reached a point of more annoyance and downright rudeness
than flattery… been places and seen things. As for how
I feel about my own look; I could be so much the better but
if it is my face that scares you away first… well it saves
time because Here I Am this is me