the race car that was down the lane was so attractive that the thief could not resist but to steal it. He knew that he would be caught but it was too much to resist.
David T
yeah .. it happened something interesting coming to work … in spite of being asleep and dog tired, when I crossed the road I almost bumped into a pretty young girl – you know when you try to go to one side and the other person goes to same side then you turn to the other and the person turns too like you were dancing or joking, haha – well to make a long story short she smiled I smiled back and it turned out to make me feel good, attractive, and a bit happy besides being in my way to work
treathlete
“I mean, most boys find me attractive, yeah?”
The blonde looked at her target and tried to flash her eyes in a way that would make his heart melt or something.
But he just shrugged. “Sorry, I’m more a fan of electricity myself.”
I hate this word. But here we go. Magnetic. something that draws a person in. I find complex, complicated, mysterious things attractive. Chemical reactions. Not emotion but biology. Bees to flowers. Surface for most but not for all. Biochemical reactions that feel like feelings. Sometimes impossible to fight. Enjoyable. Blissful. Keeps us going.
EJ
why is this such a big deal? blame genetics. blame society, man’s vanity. but we still put so much thought into what is or isn’t “attractive”. why? because humans love beautiful things. in a world which seems to be lacking happiness in many forms, we turn to physical beauty to ease our eyestrain from the daily ugly.
Megan
How had I never noticed this before? I saw him nearly everyday and not once has he eyes sparkled this way. Not once did I notice the way his crooked smile twitches just before he laughs. he is so attractive. My God I am in love with my best friend
It was sitting in the window, resting neatly amidst the chaos. I knew I wanted it, the 1967 Bevelle Macharino roadster. Dust and grime had cloaked in over the years, but the beauty was just under the surface…it was calling out to me. I had to have it
david
She walked into the room, and heads started turning. Who was this woman? Where did she come from? and what did she want? She tossed her silky blonde hair over her shoulder, smiled, flashing her pearly teeth, and sat down. Her bright blue eyes looked up and saw him, glancing over at her. She glanced back at him, hoping he didn’t see.
amy
“Well hello there.” The man looked over the little girl. “Aren’t you just a cutie.”
“Um…Thanks?” The little girl wasn’t sure how to react. The fact that the man found her attractive was flattering, but at the same time creepy. She wanted nothing to do with him and wanted nothing more than to get away from where she was.
the most attractive thing about this building is not its architecture but the myths that have been associated with it. I was not lucky enough to get to research all of these, but few which i studied were quite fascinating and peculiar in nature.
fatemah
He was the most attractive person I ever met. Not attractive in a sensual, physical way, but attractive like a charm. I knew, also, that this meant the death of me.
Alexandra
“What a devastatingly attractive man,” she whispered. Her eyes shifted to the doorway. His frame took up the majority of the doorway, but his presence filled the room. He had this sense of confidence and vitality about him that was magnetic. Yet–she felt completely repulsed. Something about his smile was too perfect. His hair coiffed too neatly. Who is this man?
In that beaten old shack, with frayed weatherboards and a titled roof and the cold August winds whistling through cracks in the windows, the only luxury we afforded ourselves was the warmth of the fire, crackling and dancing, telling ancient stories heard a million times before. And there, her face. Her beautiful tortured face told me of unbearable trials without saying a word. And all I could do to help her was to take those cheeks, glowing orange and hot, and sprinkle them with kisses so that my love could land on her face.
Graham lost himself in bar room banter and in doing things with his hands. Mending fences, tinkering with engines, pruning the roses. He immersed himself in the rhythmic comfort of manual labour to occupy his mind and be free of her memory – to forget the illicit thrill of her touch, the way she caught her breath and moaned at the sight of him, and the way their bodies came together in a way that made the world stop turning.
he sat there with a cigarette casually dangling from his lips. Never did he care what others ight think yet he knew he was attractive by the looks he garnered from the opposite sex,
hd
i like it
M.Waleed Iqbal
It means to be beautiful,and the one that can attract others.Any thing can me attractive by his unique characteristics or any other specialty.Usually bright colours are known as attractive.
M.Waleed Iqbal
She is beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, creative, unconventional, unique, special, amazing, attractive. She is mine.
Virginia
I have been traveling through the asian countries. I stayed on the board of train where I have met her. She was so beautiful and very interesting girl. She was Canadian. I have started to talk with her and we have had very nice talk while she has invited me to sit on her pellet. Than we went to sleep and train have got us through Thailand areas to Bangkok. Therewhere we have explored the city and have a lot of fun for a half a day
tell me my flaws look as good to you as my form. tell me no little white lies to earn a smirk from my lips. i will fall for you just as easily if you are honest. i will love you just as earnestly if you are true. so be true to me. make a love worthy of a lengthy goodbye.
She never thought, anymore, about whether she was attractive or not. She’d long passed the age where she considered it the only thing that mattered and passed into the decades in which it mattered little at all. Only when he looked at her under those hooded lids did she wonder what he saw through those deep blue eyes.
Attraction, oh wonderful attraction. Humans are quite something else. Sometimes they forget that not everything in life is attraction. Or is it? Yes, definitely, why would somebody not be attracted to someone or something? It is human nature, we by nature need comfort, and we find this comfort in things we are attracted to.
Gris
There are many different definitions for what makes someone attractive. I think what matters is what is on the inside that may not be visible to the naked eye, but can be felt by the heart. We lose many wonderful opportunities to interact with and learn from people who really are attractive on the inside.
Em
I am feeling attractive at certain times – many times more than others – who knows maybe other people feel the same – and they even look not as good as me.
gander
It wasn’t that he wasn’t eye-catching– that was hardly the problem at all. It was rather the principle of the thing: he was, by all accounts, an unmitigated ass. She’d known that from the moment she met him, and no blue eyes or twinkling grin could dissuade her prior judgment.
I wish I was
Attractive
The way that she is
The way that her face looks like a doll
But she acts like a diva
The way that her hair looks like she woke up like that
But instead I look like me
As ugly is as normal does
Waiting for someone to find me
Attractive
Even if he didn’t have many noticeable differences from other ‘H’ models, she could still spot him in a crowd of Droids and found him quite attractive.
Nicole M.
to be it would be to have the world bow down to you but never fully understand what you are about. These people, the world if you want to get down to it, will give you the shirt’s off their backs could they for you but still not know your name.
Kyle McMaster
woman is attractive. men are attractive to women. yet they are both unattractive at times. nature is attractive. All things beautiful are attractive. a magnet attracts to an opposite
Christopher Kalkbrenner
She was an attractive woman, I’ll say that. She had long red hair that had subtle waves throughout. The fact that she was a human, well, that was okay. The thing I had against her, though, was the fact she was a paladin. And my warden. She would be the one to cut me down if I turned tail and ran for my life at any point once I had entered the Tomb of Acerak.
I thought you were attractive the moment I laid eyes on you. You walked in with your jeans torn around your knees, exposing purple, bruised flesh, probably from knocking them around a basketball court during your nights away from your coffee shop job. You wore an open vest open a dirty white T-shirt, your short hair slicked back with some sort of pomade, revealing tan skin even around your scalp.
Belinda Roddie
I feel like I am very attractive when I want to be. I don’t want to always be too attractive because people kind of suck and sometimes I want them to just stay away. I don’t like too much attention. When I do want attention or recognition, I do clean up nicely, I must say. It feels good being attractive and single, believe it or not. I never thought I’d say that, conceited, or nah?
Candi
The job offer was very attractive to her. It had all of the benefits she was looking for and she was a perfect fit for the requirements. There was only one problem. She was killed in a car crash the day before she was supposed to start.
If this word were ever brought into existence, as I fear that it might, oh what triviality and shallow values shall be associated with it, whether intentional or not. Such a beautiful word with beautiful connotations yet it would be twisted by humanity into something lacking worth.
“I don’t really find you that attractive,” Peter said to the offer.
The saleswoman appeared confused.
Gupta
There’s not a word that does her justice. Her smile, her scent, the curved hollows of the seats she sit’s in, the trail of her perfume, the sillage of her laugh, the pace she leaves your resting heart rate at when she winks at you.
MissM
There’s not a word that does her justice. Her smile, her scent, the hollows of the seats she sit’s in, the trail of her perfume, the sillage of her laugh and her smile.
She didn’t consider herself attractive, but her therapist told her she looked like Greta Garbo.
the race car that was down the lane was so attractive that the thief could not resist but to steal it. He knew that he would be caught but it was too much to resist.
yeah .. it happened something interesting coming to work … in spite of being asleep and dog tired, when I crossed the road I almost bumped into a pretty young girl – you know when you try to go to one side and the other person goes to same side then you turn to the other and the person turns too like you were dancing or joking, haha – well to make a long story short she smiled I smiled back and it turned out to make me feel good, attractive, and a bit happy besides being in my way to work
“I mean, most boys find me attractive, yeah?”
The blonde looked at her target and tried to flash her eyes in a way that would make his heart melt or something.
But he just shrugged. “Sorry, I’m more a fan of electricity myself.”
“What was that I don’t even —”
“Beats magnets every day, ma’am.”
I hate this word. But here we go. Magnetic. something that draws a person in. I find complex, complicated, mysterious things attractive. Chemical reactions. Not emotion but biology. Bees to flowers. Surface for most but not for all. Biochemical reactions that feel like feelings. Sometimes impossible to fight. Enjoyable. Blissful. Keeps us going.
why is this such a big deal? blame genetics. blame society, man’s vanity. but we still put so much thought into what is or isn’t “attractive”. why? because humans love beautiful things. in a world which seems to be lacking happiness in many forms, we turn to physical beauty to ease our eyestrain from the daily ugly.
How had I never noticed this before? I saw him nearly everyday and not once has he eyes sparkled this way. Not once did I notice the way his crooked smile twitches just before he laughs. he is so attractive. My God I am in love with my best friend
It was sitting in the window, resting neatly amidst the chaos. I knew I wanted it, the 1967 Bevelle Macharino roadster. Dust and grime had cloaked in over the years, but the beauty was just under the surface…it was calling out to me. I had to have it
She walked into the room, and heads started turning. Who was this woman? Where did she come from? and what did she want? She tossed her silky blonde hair over her shoulder, smiled, flashing her pearly teeth, and sat down. Her bright blue eyes looked up and saw him, glancing over at her. She glanced back at him, hoping he didn’t see.
“Well hello there.” The man looked over the little girl. “Aren’t you just a cutie.”
“Um…Thanks?” The little girl wasn’t sure how to react. The fact that the man found her attractive was flattering, but at the same time creepy. She wanted nothing to do with him and wanted nothing more than to get away from where she was.
the most attractive thing about this building is not its architecture but the myths that have been associated with it. I was not lucky enough to get to research all of these, but few which i studied were quite fascinating and peculiar in nature.
He was the most attractive person I ever met. Not attractive in a sensual, physical way, but attractive like a charm. I knew, also, that this meant the death of me.
“What a devastatingly attractive man,” she whispered. Her eyes shifted to the doorway. His frame took up the majority of the doorway, but his presence filled the room. He had this sense of confidence and vitality about him that was magnetic. Yet–she felt completely repulsed. Something about his smile was too perfect. His hair coiffed too neatly. Who is this man?
LUXURY
In that beaten old shack, with frayed weatherboards and a titled roof and the cold August winds whistling through cracks in the windows, the only luxury we afforded ourselves was the warmth of the fire, crackling and dancing, telling ancient stories heard a million times before. And there, her face. Her beautiful tortured face told me of unbearable trials without saying a word. And all I could do to help her was to take those cheeks, glowing orange and hot, and sprinkle them with kisses so that my love could land on her face.
Graham lost himself in bar room banter and in doing things with his hands. Mending fences, tinkering with engines, pruning the roses. He immersed himself in the rhythmic comfort of manual labour to occupy his mind and be free of her memory – to forget the illicit thrill of her touch, the way she caught her breath and moaned at the sight of him, and the way their bodies came together in a way that made the world stop turning.
he sat there with a cigarette casually dangling from his lips. Never did he care what others ight think yet he knew he was attractive by the looks he garnered from the opposite sex,
i like it
It means to be beautiful,and the one that can attract others.Any thing can me attractive by his unique characteristics or any other specialty.Usually bright colours are known as attractive.
She is beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, creative, unconventional, unique, special, amazing, attractive. She is mine.
I have been traveling through the asian countries. I stayed on the board of train where I have met her. She was so beautiful and very interesting girl. She was Canadian. I have started to talk with her and we have had very nice talk while she has invited me to sit on her pellet. Than we went to sleep and train have got us through Thailand areas to Bangkok. Therewhere we have explored the city and have a lot of fun for a half a day
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tell me my flaws look as good to you as my form. tell me no little white lies to earn a smirk from my lips. i will fall for you just as easily if you are honest. i will love you just as earnestly if you are true. so be true to me. make a love worthy of a lengthy goodbye.
She never thought, anymore, about whether she was attractive or not. She’d long passed the age where she considered it the only thing that mattered and passed into the decades in which it mattered little at all. Only when he looked at her under those hooded lids did she wonder what he saw through those deep blue eyes.
Attraction, oh wonderful attraction. Humans are quite something else. Sometimes they forget that not everything in life is attraction. Or is it? Yes, definitely, why would somebody not be attracted to someone or something? It is human nature, we by nature need comfort, and we find this comfort in things we are attracted to.
There are many different definitions for what makes someone attractive. I think what matters is what is on the inside that may not be visible to the naked eye, but can be felt by the heart. We lose many wonderful opportunities to interact with and learn from people who really are attractive on the inside.
I am feeling attractive at certain times – many times more than others – who knows maybe other people feel the same – and they even look not as good as me.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t eye-catching– that was hardly the problem at all. It was rather the principle of the thing: he was, by all accounts, an unmitigated ass. She’d known that from the moment she met him, and no blue eyes or twinkling grin could dissuade her prior judgment.
I wish I was
Attractive
The way that she is
The way that her face looks like a doll
But she acts like a diva
The way that her hair looks like she woke up like that
But instead I look like me
As ugly is as normal does
Waiting for someone to find me
Attractive
Even if he didn’t have many noticeable differences from other ‘H’ models, she could still spot him in a crowd of Droids and found him quite attractive.
to be it would be to have the world bow down to you but never fully understand what you are about. These people, the world if you want to get down to it, will give you the shirt’s off their backs could they for you but still not know your name.
woman is attractive. men are attractive to women. yet they are both unattractive at times. nature is attractive. All things beautiful are attractive. a magnet attracts to an opposite
She was an attractive woman, I’ll say that. She had long red hair that had subtle waves throughout. The fact that she was a human, well, that was okay. The thing I had against her, though, was the fact she was a paladin. And my warden. She would be the one to cut me down if I turned tail and ran for my life at any point once I had entered the Tomb of Acerak.
I thought you were attractive the moment I laid eyes on you. You walked in with your jeans torn around your knees, exposing purple, bruised flesh, probably from knocking them around a basketball court during your nights away from your coffee shop job. You wore an open vest open a dirty white T-shirt, your short hair slicked back with some sort of pomade, revealing tan skin even around your scalp.
I feel like I am very attractive when I want to be. I don’t want to always be too attractive because people kind of suck and sometimes I want them to just stay away. I don’t like too much attention. When I do want attention or recognition, I do clean up nicely, I must say. It feels good being attractive and single, believe it or not. I never thought I’d say that, conceited, or nah?
The job offer was very attractive to her. It had all of the benefits she was looking for and she was a perfect fit for the requirements. There was only one problem. She was killed in a car crash the day before she was supposed to start.
If this word were ever brought into existence, as I fear that it might, oh what triviality and shallow values shall be associated with it, whether intentional or not. Such a beautiful word with beautiful connotations yet it would be twisted by humanity into something lacking worth.
comment.
“I don’t really find you that attractive,” Peter said to the offer.
The saleswoman appeared confused.
There’s not a word that does her justice. Her smile, her scent, the curved hollows of the seats she sit’s in, the trail of her perfume, the sillage of her laugh, the pace she leaves your resting heart rate at when she winks at you.
There’s not a word that does her justice. Her smile, her scent, the hollows of the seats she sit’s in, the trail of her perfume, the sillage of her laugh and her smile.