Photoshoots, for the rest of us.

How vain is the sugar world? Seeing as how few women admit to their sugary-sweet fixation it's hard to gauge the Pretty Scale. Is this a world of catwalk knockouts? Is there space for the pretty girls not gracing any rag mag covers? What's the model-to-average-Jane-ratio? Should I even be concerned?

The longer I wait around for a response for some sugar daddy to catch my bait I catch myself pondering about the competition. Take me out any day and the eyes will follow. But in sugar world where I'm cut and sliced and prejudged by a few photos, what's my real chances of getting attention? They can't capture my je ne sais quoi in a 2x4!

Sexiness, charm, wit, and all that extra fluff that makes you love like a person are not hand delivered of some "About me" section. And toe-to-toe with some twit model, I'll bag the personality portion. Bible. So, the question remains what's in a picture? And how many times do I have to go through Myspace-esque photoshoots of myself in my bathroom/room/living room to get some attention?!

On, a brighter note, I've been receiving more and more e-mails from website #3. Must be the new meat stench. On a cloudier note, most of them can't type correctly, and initial emails always bore me. Waiting for Teeth to get back to me on the day we are to meet up. Hopefully it doesn't turn into another Winslow fiasco (a tale for another day).

Till then, enjoy the sugarfest.