As I was window-shopping in the mall (which I usually do when I have a really bad day) ... I noticed that people and really cute guys started noticing me. And I wondered do I look ... different? Was it my hair? My newly tanned skin? The extra bounce on my walk because of the tune I was listening on my iPod?
So I was flipping my hair, strutting my stuff when some random guy stopped on his tracks and said, “Hey, Miss!” to me and I was like, no way, this girl is too hot for you! And kept strutting. I went for the ladies room with the floor-length mirror to assess my new-found sexiness. And there it was ... the secret to being a head-turner. My fly was open. All the way down.
