The Art Of Attraction

There’s an undeniable allure to a woman who possesses knowledge, not just the kind that wins pub quizzes (though, if you need a partner who can name every actress from Downton Abbey while casually dropping references to obscure Greek philosophers, I’m your woman), but the kind of intelligence that lingers in conversation, woven seamlessly into the fabric of thoughtful discussion. It’s the quiet confidence of someone who seeks understanding beyond the surface, whose curiosity is insatiable, and whose presence commands attention not through volume, but through substance.

As a woman navigating my twenties, I’ve come to appreciate that true intelligence isn’t measured by degrees or accolades. It’s an elegant dance between knowledge, curiosity, and the self-assured grace that comes from knowing exactly who God made you to be.

Growing up, society handed us a narrow definition of “sexy”: glossy hair, eyeliner wings sharp enough to rival my sarcasm, and a smouldering pout. But as I’ve journeyed through life (footnotes included), I’ve uncovered a deeper kind of beauty, the spark in someone’s eyes when they talk about their passions, the elegance of words thoughtfully strung together, and the unshakable confidence of a woman whose worth transcends the superficial. After all, Proverbs 31 reminds us of a woman “clothed with strength and dignity,” who speaks with wisdom and kindness, that’s the kind of allure that never fades. Plus, let’s face it, nothing leaves an impression quite like a perfectly timed literary reference landing with precision and charm.

And that confidence? It doesn’t just stay tucked away in quiet corners or libraries. It follows me into the night, radiating as effortlessly as my favourite red lipstick. There’s something electric about stepping out, embracing the energy of the evening, and knowing my presence commands attention, not because of a dress or heels (although my heels are killer), but because of the way I carry myself. A night out isn’t just fun; it’s an unapologetic reclaiming of my power, my joy, and my laughter, all gifts from the Creator who delights in my fullness.

Flirting isn’t about seeking validation. It’s about engaging with joy, playing with energy, and reveling in the charm of connection. A coy smile, a sharp-witted remark, a knowing glance, it’s a dance of intellect as much as attraction. There’s power in holding someone’s attention while knowing my worth is not tied to their response. Whether exchanging cheeky banter at the bar or sharing laughter across a room, attraction is as much about mind and spirit as physical presence. And if someone mistakes my light-hearted confidence for an invitation to cross boundaries? That’s where my standards, rooted in self-respect and faith, come in. Confidence and grace are always a package deal.

A night out isn’t complete without the kind of laughter that makes my stomach ache and my cheeks hurt. Being silly, dancing with friends, and sharing stories that set the whole table laughing, these are the moments I cherish most. When joy bubbles up from the inside, it shines outward, whether in the sway of my hips as I dance or the sparkle in my eyes when I speak. Letting loose reminds me that true beauty lies in embracing all parts of myself, spirit, mind, and body. Carefree joy doesn’t diminish my intellect or ambition; it amplifies them because I’m fully alive in the woman God created me to be.

Here’s the secret sauce to being flirty and fabulous: knowing what I deserve and never settling for less. I’m not dressing up for validation or throwing compliments for attention. I do it because feeling good in my own skin is a gift and an act of worship. And let’s be clear, I’m as selective with my time and energy as I am with my shoes. If someone doesn’t meet my standards, they simply don’t get the privilege of my time. Simple as that. By maintaining high standards grounded in faith and self-respect, flirtation becomes a way to engage, assess, and, if necessary, walk away with grace.

For too long, I felt I had to downplay my intellect or sensuality to be taken seriously. But I’ve come to realize that reclaiming my power means owning every part of myself. There’s no shame in wanting to be noticed or admired, it’s human. But the true beauty is in controlling my narrative, setting my pace, and staying true to my values. I’m not performing for anyone else, I’m celebrating the woman God made me to be. Whether it’s a confident stride, a well-placed literary reference, or a bold laugh, I’m embracing my ability to attract without apology. My energy says, “I know my worth,” and when I radiate that belief, the right kind of attention naturally follows.

So here’s to the women who devour books that challenge them, who speak their minds even when their voices tremble, and who understand that being educated isn’t about being the smartest person in the room, it’s about never losing the hunger to learn. Here’s to the nights where we let loose, where laughter becomes the soundtrack and confidence the dress code. Here’s to being flirty, fun, and unapologetically ourselves while holding our heads—and standards, high.

Because there’s nothing more attractive than a woman who knows her worth, walks in her God-given confidence, and isn’t afraid to have a little fun while owning it.

Cheers to that.