What exactly is it?
In my younger days, I equated it to acting the bollix.
To be the life and soul of the party: loud, brash and annoying.
Truth be told, I was quite turned on by the sort.
It just appealed to me.
Bird of a feather….
But when you are young you’re often dreary and full on.
Now I just roll my eyes when I see young men strutting like peacocks.
Is that really confidence?
No, I don’t think so.
Isn’t it just desperation?
Look at me everyone, I’m a clown.
So what is real confidence?
Less is actually more.
Less strutting, more oozing.
It radiates from you.
How you carry yourself, and how you present yourself.
What you don’t say, as much as what you do.
Don’t be all in my face.
But let me know that you are there.
If you want it, let me know.
Don’t be crass.
Be straight but sophisticated.
Tell me with body language.
Make sure you’re reading mine.
No one wants to hear you brag about the size of your cock.
But you can let me know that you know what you are doing.
Confidence is really a bag of contradictions.
But you can instinctively tell fake from real.
“We should fuck”.
It can be said right, and it can be said wrong.
Confidence is a smell.
It’s intangible but real.
Just don’t make a stink.