Are you a hottie? Come on. Admit it. You’ve got to have at least one feature (or move) that you know drives your lover or spouse wild.
I happened to turn on Bravo TV’s Chef Academy while doing the dishes one night last week. OH MY HOT FLASHES. What a hottie that Jean Christophe Novelli is! No wonder he’s been deemed the sexiest chef on the planet – even my planet. And no, it isn’t just because he’s French (though that doesn’t hurt). It’s the total package – those dark features, his voice, his confidence.
Is he cocky as hell? Mais oui! Rude at times? Well, it’s certainly been edited to appear that way. But we aren’t talking about manners or reality TV tricks. We’re talking heat wave! Just the right temperature to bring my simmer to a boil, and ooooooo baby, that’s one chef who can stir my chocolate pot!
What do you find sexy… about yourself?
Come on. You can do it. You’ve probably had a few, um, refreshments. It’s the weekend. The holiday parties have begun. So spill. No – not your Johnny Walker. Think about what makes you sexy, what earns you the hot-hottie-hot designation, with your man, your woman, or your crowd, of choice.
My little contribution to the conversation?
You already know that when it comes to men, I think smart is sexy. I think it’s sexy in both men and women, and my imagination (yes, I did just say that) is verrrrrry mischievous when it comes to close encounters of the third (date?) kind.
Unfortunately, it has been my experience that men don’t find “smart” to be sexy in women. Well shame on them! Because smart means playful, creative and open-minded, which translates to the boudoir, the bathtub, or the boondocks.
Less cerebral assets?
We’re all aware of the obvious attractions, along with the cheery smile and sunny disposition – the way you move, the way you dress, or undress… these are not to be dismissed either.
Along with my inquiring mind, I can still fall back on an asset or two – the ever classic cleavage, a pair of well-turned ankles (and yes, they come avec stilettos), but I suspect it’s the way I look at someone, when I choose to, that reveals a certain desire for desire.
Test your HotQ
Yes – test your HotQ! Your Hotness Quotient. (Read this in the evening. Forget the dishes and tomorrow’s presentation. Pour another martini.)
Do you realize what makes you sexy? I bet you have a good idea. Dare to write it! And if you aren’t sure, ask the one who enjoys it with you. Then test your hotness factor. Tweak it, expand your repertoire, push the temperature closer to the red zone.
Flip through the fantasy file and see what you haven’t tried yet (holiday lighting for a southern expedition certainly got my attention – no batteries required). And as the French would say (or those who fantasize of blacksmiths): C’est en forgeant qu’on devient le forgeron. Practice makes perfect.
Any blacksmiths in the house?
Yes, I know. This is a very PG-13 post (for me), but it’s Sunday morning. I’m in bed. No Bloody Mary delivered on a silver tray by a hottie with simmering eyes and low-register, rumbling French, offering to serve me the long, smooth celery garnish, up close and personal. I do so love the morning, for blacksmithing.
Share your HotQ tidbits while there’s holiday hotness through December 12, allowing you to bask in blissful blitzed blogging, bodacious boasting, and bountiful bragging about boobs, butts, baby blues and any other bits, bytes, and bites about being hot-hottie-hot. And ’tis the season of giving, after all. Temperatures are dropping outside, so it’s time to turn up the heat, inside.
So what makes you a hottie?
© D A Wolf