Me: Sexy is as Sexy does

I recently posed this question to my FB family: Was I shy in high school? Some believe that I was the shy-guy while others contend I was the nice-guy. I was on a crusade to discover the truth! As I should have imagined, the response that ensued was viral (this is part of the curse of being me).

In a shocking twist, one of my "friends" stated that I was shy and wanted to know when I had become "obsessed" with my own sexiness. I was completely thrown by this. Was she questioning my sexiness? Had she not seen pictures of me? Had she not read the stories, true and exaggerated? Had she not heard my silky, smooth phone-sex voice? She actually KNOWS me and is questioning my over-all attractiveness! Obviously my quest for the truth had abruptly ended. I had to educate the masses on irresistible-me and on the general idea of "sexiness."

As any man will tell you sexiness is much more than good looks, this is not to say that I'm not ridiculously good-looking, but there is more to it. Gentlemen, we have all seen smokin' hot ladies...but every so often a true SEXY woman will come across. She may not be the hottest woman in the room, but you cannot help but notice her. You're drawn into her for reasons you can't understand. You try not to look, you try not to smile, but like Ronald McDonald performing for Ritalin-laced children, you do all that you can to make yourself noticed while looking like a clown. This effect is something that I like to call "sex on a plate." Nelly is walking-sex-on-a-plate. This is why we're married. The DD's, the Spanish accent, the full lips - all of this adds to the effect, but it is deeper than over all looks.

One of the sexiest men I have ever met is 5'7, 240lbs, dark, and hairy all over. When he wears a tank top it's like two legs are poking out of his body where arms should be; he rocks an I HEART NYC shirt that doesn't cover all of his belly; he once wore a 1970's porn-style mustache. His nickname is "Big Sexy". Now, most of you ladies are probably throwing up a little in your mouth right now. That's understandable based on my description. What I fail to put into words is the confidence that Big Sexy walks with - the sheer sexiness that oozes out of his very being. He is not the best looking man in the room, but he will be noticed and the ladies will adore him. In his own words: chicks dig hairy dudes [ya they do].

This is a frame of mind that cannot be altered. Something in my very soul tells me that my sexiness is God-gifted. I believe that God blesses you so that you may bless others. With great sexiness, comes great responsibility. Sexy is as Sexy does. Sexiness is not a privileged, it is a gift, and you use it for the good of mankind. Am I the best looking man in the room? Usually. Am I the greatest dancer on the floor at any given time? That's a reasonable assumption. Am I one of the sexiest creatures that you will ever have the pleasure to meet? Undoubtedly!

To answer the question "when did I become obsessed with my own sexiness?" - I really can't say when I noticed it all. If you see my Montclair High School Senior Class picture (shout out to Class of 93!) you will see that I have always been blessed with good looks. To date, it is one of my favorite pictures of me. One would think that I would have pieced it all together back then. I must have been something of a late bloomer; I didn't notice my incredible good looks until the late teen years. I can't remember when I started looking in the mirror and saying "OH MY...some one call the vet cuz this puppy is SICK!"....but I can't remember not ever saying it either....

I hope this gives you all some insight in to how my mind works. This is probably an important post as everything that I blog about will be from that perspective.

Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. In the words of Mr. Spock - GRIND HARD AND PRO$PER

Big up's to 3Kings clothing; I stole that last line and have the shirt to prove it