I must market myself as interesting, desirable, and compelling – all of which I think that I am, but am not so conceited to think that I am all of those things to everyone.
Every woman is beautiful, every woman has something to offer, and most times, there will always be someone there to buy it.
One example of a legal, albeit bizarre request, is a man who I endearingly refer to in my chat room as “The Butter Man.” The Butter Man contacts me frequently under different screen names from time to time, requesting that I slather butter on my lady-parts.
I have a BA in Anthropology, and am a passionate people-watcher. It is in our genetic code to spread our gene pool as much as possible in our lifetime.
For that reason, sex sells, and sex will always sell.
I don’t endure The Butter Man; Not everything has a price. I mean *really* work at it, and put at least 30 hours a week in.
I don’t have patience to *really* work at it, and I have a regular job.