Kate, rhymes with hate doesnt it?
I have been through alot, kids, marriages, deaths, loss of friends, and a tangle with the here after. Prior to all that shtuff I was a typical girl who worried about how I looked and, in turn, interested in who was looking at me. I was never a stunningly gorgeous girl, but I must admit I was attractive and charming. People thought I was funny, smart and had an attractive figure. I remain, smart, and funny, but I dont quite have the figure I used to. I miss it. I miss feeling people look at me. I knew when men watched me and I would play somewhat oblivious and at the last minute pass a look or wink. Most of all I could smile at anyone. I smiled at young women, old men, kids, anyone. I think that was just my thing. I wasnt pretty to the point of being intimidating, but attractive enough that people looked at me. I dont have it anymore. I am smart, funny and entertaining. But I am not the one that the a man thinks to take home with him for the night. I know I shouldn't car...