Sure, the bride looked great. And it was her special day. But I kept catching men staring at me, whether they were partnered off, age appropriate, or whatever. Distant relatives of the bride and groom, members of the wedding party, old friends of mine I haven't seen in years, strangers, friends of friends, and fringe guests either openly gawked at me or shot some kind of shot with me over the course of the wedding weekend, from the welcome reception to the ceremony to cocktail hour to dinner to me throwing ass on the dance floor to the afterparty.

And you know what? I don't just enjoy the attention – I'm used to it. I expect it. I live for it.

That's 'cause I've always been The Hot Girl™. In every friend group, classroom, and workplace; on every volunteer brigade, Zoom call, and waitstaff; at every party, function, or wedding. I'm not just hot – I'm the hottest woman in the room, I know it, and people know that I know it. I act like it. Guys practically fling themselves at me and beg for a minute of my time. They stare. They whisper. Their eyes dig into my body wherever I go.

Call me conceited, but it's not hard to see why – what with my great skin and hair, bright eyes, killer smile, slim hourglass figure, and magnetic personality. I'd get along with everyone even if I wasn't a 10/10 who acted like an 11 (but I'm sure the double digits and double Ds don't hurt...or make me any more humble).

Because I'm hot, people tend to assume that I'm dumb (wrong) and easy (...not so wrong). I've got a wildly high body count and am happy to either lead or follow someone down the path from Hello to headboard, from My Name Is to missionary position, from What's your story to Who's my slut.

Anyway, I was the centre of attention at my friend's wedding this weekend, this isn't the first time or place that something like this has happened to me, and I'm fucking dripping while thinking about it. I wanna talk about the starepiece at someone else's wedding...my experiences being that girl, your experiences (whether it's fucking the hot bridesmaid, shooting your shot with a beautiful stranger, or just staring longingly at a woman out of your league), and what women like me bring to a party.

Or, if you need a friend and just want to strike up a chatship with an uncompromising 10 with a triple digit body count, well. I'm right here.