When i was young.I was beautiful .I had sexy legs and a body to match.I loved the way men would look at me.I loved the way they would put their arm around me and hold me.I felt safe and secure when i was with a strong man.I melted in his arms.I knew i really liked feeling pretty ,i remember crying one night,.wondering "what the hell is wrong with me".I loved these guys but i thought i was gay and I could not deal with it at the time 'The social climate at the time for type of thing was non-existent.