Here’s What Happens When You Call a Woman “Hot”

I am lying in his bed, sprawled Marilynesque across the sheets. I want to stay in this moment. A naked moment. But then he says the words that blur my nakedness into invisibility. “You are so hot.” Hot. The one word that makes my skin turn cold. I take a deep breath, and my heart furls up like a scroll. I remember we have only been dating for four months. Of course, he only sees the casing and not the meat inside. “Hot is not a compliment,” I tease. “Nothing in life stays hot. Even fire eventually turns into cold, lifeless ashes.” He silences me with the look he always gives me when I am acting too philosophical. But the philosophers knew how to ignite passion. Plutarch called the mind “a fire to be kindled.” I want to burn brighter than hot. It’s a Saturday night, and we are dancing at our favorite salsa club. He tells me again I look “hot.” I bristle and deflect with humor. “Beautiful,” I can work with. But “hot” is beauty’s whorish sister. Later in the evening, I am at the bar taking a break. A well-dressed man approaches me. “I love how you dance,” He says. “I can tell by how you mirror your partner…you can read people.” I thank him for the compliment, and the usual small talk follows. Then he smiles, raises his drink, and tells me to have a wonderful evening. <a href="https://medium.com/sexography/heres-what-happens-when-you-call-a-woman-hot-1a6731fe9e48">Click Here</a>