| SO, today i had the usual......derogitory comments from drunken old men sipping at their club specials while trying to get a single glance at what could perhaps be something of intrest underneath the layers of skort....I watch as their eyes sway back in forth between my eyes, my chest, and the quality of most intrest on the course....my calves. "Do that thing where you go up on your toes Nikki!" oooooooooohhh they exclaim. I smile, giggle, cross my legs and bat my eyes as they ride off into the sunset....just see them a few holes later, a little more loose, a little more intoxicated, and a little more perverted.
Harmless right? At first it gave me almost a sense of pride in my apperance. All year long I strive to obtain this perfect image that never seems to be good enough for my profession. I learn to never be satisfied, to hate my every curve, every inperfection, every inch of myself. I constantly compare myself to those girls who have the perfect hair, the perfect smile, the perfect body, and the perfect flirty personality to match it all. I wonder why i have no confidence.
So, it is nice to have people looking at you in an way that I feel I am never looked at, I hear words I dont hear very often....beautiful, pretty, hot, sexy....what!! me?? Are you sure?? It becomes easier to play their game. The more you flirt, the more you get tipped. Harmless? sure.....then it becomes even easier....the role playing begins....thats all it is after all. Thats my profession....thats what I do, I role play...so each day becomes a stage, I am the confident girl who struts her stuff, and always get what she wants. Flirting becomes as easy as small talk, and suggestive remarks become basic conversation. My vocabulary changes from "Hello Sir", to "Hey baby!." It just rolls of your tougne....and rolls into your normal every day life.
So thats good right.....a little confident flirting never hurt anybody right? well....maybe it takes more of a toll then I thought. Because I see myself as I am, but what is the world seeing me as? It didnt occur to me that maybe Im being looked at the way that i look at all those skannky girls that i hate.
just a thought, a sad one. |