I've always been The Hot Girl™. You know, the perfect woman you can't help but stare at on a college campus, at an airport, or at the beach. The one server, bartender, or barista at your favourite restaurant/café who you know on sight, have jerked off to a couple dozen times, but wouldn't dare talk to. The girl in your friend group who's got everything – grades, grace, a good relationship with her parents, and a great sense of humour – and is wary about getting too close because so many of her male friends have confessed feelings or laid out ultimatums (so romantic) via midnight texts. The one people talk down to when they first meet her because they simply can't imagine that someone could be that hot and not be dumb as a rock.

I'll admit it – being hot went to my head. I'm married now, but I used to leverage my looks to get whatever I wanted. And I was a huge slut about it.

My slim-fit hourglass figure, magnetic/extroverted/up for anything personality, and rejection of my Christian upbringing saw me spend more time on my back than on my own two feet throughout college and the rest of my 20s. What I'm saying is, I've got stories. I've been flown out for sex, had personal porn leaked, been a homewrecker, and much, much more.

Nowadays, as a young professional with a ring on my finger, things are a bit different. The men in my life are more discreet about it. I don't have the reputations (plural) that I had in college. But HR and my husband can't stop men from staring at me. Being overly friendly with me. Trying to test the waters. I could do more to fend them off – I've been told I give off this energy, like, "I'll let you fuck me if you can make me laugh." At one point in my life, it was true.

That phase of my life was exhausting...but I kinda miss it. Let's talk about it.

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