At Least I Know I'm Pretty: An Introduction

"So... how often do you do fun stuff - like drinking, dating, or sex?"

 Gosh, since you asked so nicely...Lets see...Well I'm an adult, so I drink when I want to, even when I'm alone (GASP!! *throw hands to mouth in shocked position now*), I date when I have time and you know, I have sex when I want to and can find an able bodied individual with which to participate.

Hey, at least I know I'm pretty, right?  I feel ever so validated knowing that guys find me attractive enough to consider knowing me in the biblical sense.

Forget that I'm smart, reasonably funny, educated, have a good job, goals, dreams.  Don't pay attention to writing skills, my hobbies or my interests.  I'm thin, I have boobs, I have a vagina (or so they have chosen to believe) and a mouth.  That's all I need to be desirable.

I spent time, careful thought and planning in constructing my dating profile, in selling my self in the most honest way possible but it's becoming more clear that the only thing being seen is the photo with my lips dressed in red.  Don't get me wrong!  Sex is great.

Call me old fashioned, though, I just kinda like to know the person inside of me.

I'm smart.  I'm a writer.  I'm a financial analyst.  I'm a student.  I'm a mother.  I'm tall.  I'm bisexual.  I'm sassy and all I want is to find love in a person of whom I can never quite get enough.

I'm Sassy Pants and I'm here to type my confessions, my play by plays and my heart breaks.