because my sad brazilian experience has become a really sweet process for us to talk about feeling sexy. like, hey, scalded skin and white heads are not sexy, but gathering what we needed to help the area heal (and his very sweetness about it all -- even when i was crying because it hurt and it meant no kayaking for a while until the skin feels better and i'd done this FOR the kayaking! LOL), and it came up that what he really likes is ...
how "tuff" i am. and yet, i'm sweet too. or so he says.
what does that mean? i asked -- well, he enumerates:
1. dragon flags, human flag, chins, dips, squats, weird bound up yoga postures of all kinds that require all kinds of concentration, strength, coordination, and i do it because it's fun = sexy;
2. smart as a whip, kicking butt and taking names in the business world, in the court room, in parenting, with food and culture and you name it -- and still doing it all with kindness and a massive sense of personal integrity = sexy;
3. taking care of the house, the business, the kid, him, and just about everyone else as well as myself and complaining, like, twice a year and usually only after being pushed = sexy;
4. standing up for myself when i'm not happy, so that we can create happiness and the life we want, being unafraid to go out of my comfort zone to get what we want for ourselves = sexy.
i guess he likes me after all.