I'm not sexy

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am not, nor will I ever be, sexy. It has been a hard realization to come to, especially since my husband is the epitome of sexy. He is the classic, tall, dark, handsome type with intense, green eyes and an amazing ass. Really, amazing ass. Anyway, the final conclusion of my non-sexiness occurred this past weekend. I put on one of my short, slinky nightgown, thanks to Victoria's Secret. Sam was laying down on the couch and I sat down at his feet and then started to crawl up between his legs like a sexy kitten. It was working until my knee caught the hem of my gown and caused me to fall flat on his chest, soliciting a loud laugh from him as he told me how cute I am. Sigh. I laid on his chest in the position I fell in, lamenting the fact that I'll always just be cute and clumsy. I'm never going to be sexy. Sam patted my back and told me that he fell in love with cute and clumsy, not sexy. I guess I can be okay with that. So, from now on I'll be the clumsy girl, tripping next to the sexy man with the great butt. Did I mention how awesome his ass is?