“I could never make heads turn”, and I never rued for not being the #object of desire.
People around me could never gather enough courage to say that they never found anything attractive in me, but somehow I knew. I am no freak and I had no great looks , at least not good enough to be an object of desire. I just couldn’t make heads turn..!! I was the one who desired rather than be the one who was desired. Still, it’s taken some getting used to. “ Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ― Roy T. Bennett I would be lying if I were to say that I didn’t miss the thrill of being wanted. The subtle pleasure of acquiescence to somebody’s needs, the opportunity to say ‘ yes ’ instead of being asked, ‘ would you’ ? The other day, a man -friend of a friend, distantly acquainted sat next to me in a local coffee shop. I could never figure out this day why he said what he said a little while later in a low voice leaning across. “ I can never make out, if it’s the academics that make everything desirable ...