This is an interesting question worth exploring. A paperback novel I’m reading contained this line by the male protagonist (paraphrased):
Why is it that some women can look sexy whether they are wearing a bikini or a raincoat down to their ankles?
Is it attitude? Carriage? Confidence? Or that and more?
artschoolnerd had this comment in an earlier post:
Sexy is how you carry yourself. It’s confidence. The skimpiest halter top in the world won’t turn any heads if the girl wearing it cowers or is apprehensive. When you remember someone sexy, it’s usually not what they wear or look like, it’s what they did and how they did it.
What they did and how they did it. That’s an interesting observation. Examples, anyone?
Is mystery a part of the sexy equation? Projecting a message that translates I have worth … I know who I am … and you can only guess ALL that I am and have to offer?
If so, does sexy become slutty when the mystery is removed from the equation? You, too, can know all that I am … and judge for yourself the worth of who I am and what I have to offer?
Thoughts?