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"The underpants were nothing special. Actually, they were everything special: white cotton hugging her tanned hips as they swayed like a metronome with each step toward me. I was 17, working on a ranch in Colorado. She was older, a college girl with freckles who drank wine from the bottle and crossed herself when she cursed, which was often. It was just after midnight, and she was in my room, her Wranglers tossed near my dresser. I don&amp;amp;#8217;t know where her shirt was, or if she&amp;amp;#8217;d even worn a bra. All I could see were those underpants. I was in love. That was over a decade ago, and I still prefer plain white briefs on a woman, usually under jeans and with a tank top, because they show me that she knows how to let her body speak for itself (see Minka Kelly on Friday Night Lights, Jennifer Aniston on the cover of this magazine, etc.). On the other hand, some of my friends go nuts for Victoria&amp;amp;#8217;s Secret stuff with all the bells and whistles, or towering stilettos, or a minidress and motorcycle boots. Every guy is different, and so are his turn-ons. But as I learned from an informal poll of my buddies, what turns us off is more universal. Here are a few shameless generalizations about what your outfit&amp;amp;#8217;s really saying to members of the visually driven, not-so-fashion-forward sex. Sky-high heels say: &amp;amp;#8220;I&amp;amp;#8217;m high-maintenance.&amp;amp;#8221; I can appreciate the high heels thing. They make legs look longer and bodies look more lithe. Even better, women tell me that platform stilettos make them feel powerful. Awesome. But when you teeter on your tippy-toes with only a slim six-inch rod to balance on, it begs the question: How much fun can you have standing in one place looking, yes, sexy&amp;amp;#8212;and dangerously unsteady? My friend Michael, 29, agrees: &amp;amp;#8220;The entire time she&amp;amp;#8217;s walking, I&amp;amp;#8217;m thinking: Is she going to sprain an ankle, and am I going to have to spend all night with her in the emergency room?&amp;amp;#8221; Too many logos say: &amp;amp;#8220;Let&amp;amp;#8217;s go shopping!&amp;amp;#8221; I get it&amp;amp;#8212;logos are everywhere. But to me and my friends, there is nothing less appealing than having giant designer name splayed across your chest. We interpret your need to telegraph the fabulosity of your stuff&amp;amp;#8212;&amp;amp;#8220;My bag costs more than your rent! I left the hang tag on there to make sure you know it!&amp;amp;#8221;&amp;amp;#8212;as insecurity or plain old shallowness. &amp;amp;#8220;If labels are your priority, you&amp;amp;#8217;ve completely lost me,&amp;amp;#8221; says Dillon, 22. When I notice designer tags on a woman, I personally worry about my credit card balance should we actually get something going. If the only gift I can afford from your favorite store is a key fob, your birthday isn&amp;amp;#8217;t going to be any fun for either of us. Super-skimpy stuff says: &amp;amp;#8220;I might wear hot pants to your uncle&amp;amp;#8217;s funeral.&amp;amp;#8221; Let&amp;amp;#8217;s be clear: Sexy clothes are good. But context is everything! If you dress in a napkin-sized mini for, say, beers with my college friends, I wonder about your judgment and picture myself needing to cover you up at Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, those girls in the American Apparel ads look great in their spandex bodysuits. But they also look like they are about to sleep with the photographer. (And why are they sitting on someone&amp;amp;#8217;s kitchen counter? Is that even sanitary?) Plus, my friend Rodrigo, 30, has a selfish (yet valid) gripe about a date who&amp;amp;#8217;s underdressed: &amp;amp;#8220;When I go out at night, I dress for temperature. I wear a blazer or a hoodie, and if she&amp;amp;#8217;s wearing next to nothing, I know I&amp;amp;#8217;m going to have to give up my sweater, and my comfort, at some point in the evening.&amp;amp;#8221; Shapeless clothes say: &amp;amp;#8220;I think I&amp;amp;#8217;m fat.&amp;amp;#8221; When I like a girl, I like every inch of her. I want her to like herself too. So if you wear a bunch of fabric that obscures your shape, I worry you may be ashamed of yourself&amp;amp;#8212;your sexy, natural, perfectly flawed self. Rodrigo&amp;amp;#8217;s with me on this one too. &amp;amp;#8220;The most beautiful thing about a woman is her body, the lines of it,&amp;amp;#8221; he says. &amp;amp;#8220;Don&amp;amp;#8217;t put a bag over them!&amp;amp;#8221; That said, one woman can wear a slinky halter and look self-conscious in it, and another can rock a big, blowsy trapeze dress like it&amp;amp;#8217;s a second skin. (How would I, a straight guy, know what a trapeze dress is? You try to live in New York City and not learn these things.) At the end of the day, you&amp;amp;#8217;re going to look best in what you feel best in, which is the most important point of all: If you&amp;amp;#8217;re comfortable in your skin, in your body, you&amp;amp;#8217;re winning the game. Any messages we might read into your clothes can be superseded by a smile, a glow, a canny confidence that says, &amp;amp;#8220;I don&amp;amp;#8217;t really care what you think, Jake. I love this outfit.&amp;amp;#8221; Then we will too. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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