My name is Alyssa. I'm blonde and blue-eyed, and have a body and face that have always gotten me more than my share of attention from everyone, especially, since adolescence, boys and then men. I know I shouldn't be proud of my looks or body because it's not like I had a ton to do with it. I just got lucky in the DNA lottery.

I won't say I've had nothing to do with it, though. I decided to exercise, to do all that yoga and Pilates, and to work out on my dad's treadmill, rowing machine, and elliptical. That's work! And not a lot of fun, either. So yay me for that much. I also work hard at keeping my hair looking good and use all-natural shampoo and conditioners to keep it as soft and sweet smelling as possible.

I work at keeping my skin smooth and as free of blemishes as possible, too. And I'm usually pretty good at it, due to my steady effort and the expensive cleansers I buy (with dad's money, admittedly). So I should get some of the credit.

But honestly, I'd be lying if I denied that I'm proud of my looks and my body, and feel kind of smug around other girls. Even though I pretend I don't. I also mostly enjoy all those male eyes looking approvingly at me. Who doesn't want all that approval?

Sometimes it can get kind of uncomfortable, of course. Like when I know those old guys twice or even three times my age are staring at my butt or my tits and thinking dirty thoughts about what they'd like to do to me! Yuck!

It can lead to some embarrassment when guys who are just plain rude or nasty or drunk (which can make them rude and nasty) say dirty things to me. Especially when they're loud enough for other people to hear.

And, of course, I get hit on a lot. Sometimes it can be uncomfortable. Especially when guys hit on me that I have absolutely zero interest in. I do try to let them down easy. I don't actually want to embarrass anyone. Plus the more unhappy they get, the more likely they are to get nasty.

I mean, honestly, if I accepted every time guys asked me out I wouldn't have time for anything else. At college, I was surrounded by guys roughly my age, and I wouldn't have had any time to do the homework I was assigned if I'd accepted all of the offers for lunch, dinner, movies, dancing, Plays, Or whatever else they could think of to get me alone.

College was a bit of an eye-opener. I'd always thought myself smarter than most, and usually kind of blew off my homework. You can't do that in college. Because they don't do any of the work in class period they just lecture at you. So if you don't do the homework, it doesn't set in your mind and you tend to forget it as one day's lessons give way to another and another.

Not that I hadn't accepted any dates, of course. I wanted to have fun, after all. And being in college allowed me to have more fun than I had ever been able to in high school. Mostly because of my comparative anonymity now. I could fool around with guys and not get a reputation as a slut.