Because I'm a superficial mo-fo, I'm going to go All Superficial, All The Time.
Looks.
Looks attract a man to a woman. Everything else comes after.
Ahhhh, but "which" looks? What looks? How looks?
Here's which-what-how:
Look your best. Whatever your best is. Not Jennifer's best; not Angelina's best; not airbrushed cover of Cosmo best.
Your best.
I live in the Plastic Surgery Capital of America. Guess what? It never looks right. You see a woman, her face as smooth as a cue-ball. But her hands? The hands of an aging woman. Wrinkled. Worn. Experienced. Liver-spotted. What-have-you.
That looks BAD. Because you don't think, "Oh, what a lovely face." You think, "Who the h*ll does she think she's kidding?" or "Wow, has she had some work done!"
I used to tell Mrs. SP -- back when I was allowed to comment on her physical person -- all the time: Go with whatcha got. Maximize it. Don't pinch pennies at the hairdresser. Want to spend some bucks on a manicure? Okay, good, but you're 40-something -- don't get Hot Pink with the little embedded sparkles. Leave that for the girls.
In other words, women, look like the woman you are. One of the hottest, couldn't-keep-my-hands-off-her women I ever knew in college, off whom I couldn't keep my hands, was "heavy." But she dressed well, she had pride in herself, she had confidence in her abilities -- she was every bit of woman she could be and then some.
And it was H - O - T hot.
So that's my $0.02. What attracts me to you is the way you look. The way YOU look.
