I guess I must explain.
Somehow I have developed this rock hard self-confidence. I don't look anything like a movie star, I can't wear skinny leg jeans and I struggle to draw a straight line of eye liner. Instead I have natural deep red hair, a lovely hour glass figure and a great sense of fashion.
I am happy with how I look, in fact I love my look.
So I don't need anyone's approval and when a male pays a compliment it feels like they have judged me, that now I am deemed attractive to them I have some sort of worth and should be grateful for it.
Well, we know the answer to that one; get fucked.
I don't dress for anyone but myself, I like to look nice and feel good. This attitude may have been forged during my late teens when, after receiving no attention from boys but coming to the self-realisation I like my body, I no longer cared what anyone thought or said.
When they did start paying attention I didn't alter a thing.
Of course, one can never take a man who wears a t-shirt and shorts all of the time seriously when he demands I wear something dressy so he can impress his work mates at a Christmas party. Don't tell me what to wear if you're going to look like that.
I can dress myself.