How Do I want to be seen?

How Do I want to be seen? I was the sexy temptress for awhile only, because I craved attention. I was never one to attract attention in high school; I was the brainack on the outside of the action. I wanted the fame and the exciting life of the popular class. I was voted most memorial. It was only, because I would dress up on theme days. I would go all out with my costume. It was fun. I admit I was nice to people but not more than most people.

I never created any long lasting bonds, school was too important. Over the course of my self discovery I found the outrageous person I am. Now, I need to decide what I want to keep and what is hazard to my future goals. I don’t want to blend in to the background as I had once done, but I am tired of everyone noticing me. Some guys that only want a pretty face and I feel they are inferior, because they can’t expand my brain. The places they choose are so tacky. To be hit on in the middle of the McDonald’s parking lot, shows they want a pretty face. Those times there is only one thing they are looking for and I can leave it up to the reader’s imagination.

People who see me as the brain can’t look past the whole picture. I simply say my major and they recoil and are intimidated. Guys that don’t recoil in intimidation find themselves in awe of your grasp of the topic. There is a feeling that they need not work just flirt to have them do their home work. I will not fall pray to their trickery. Will they see me as the whole person, not just the brain? I want to be seen as me, not the pretty face or the brain. I am Linda, not sure what that is completely, but it is in the middle.