Do you ever have a day when you feel a little extra sexy? You know, all tingly, electric, certain you could wreak havoc on whomever and whatever at will? The kind of day when there's no need to catch a glimpse of yourself in a shop window to know that your stride is right, your clothes hang just so, and you've got it going on. Those days you (in all honesty) feel a bit sorry for the gorgeous super-model types that pass by --because you know you operate on a level of sexy they couldn't even begin to contemplate, or compete with. How could they? It's not youth, it's not beauty, it's not hair or clothes or your weight or height or checkbook balance, No! Your uber-sexy can't be found in Maxim or Cosmo. It can't be bought in Soho. It's in you. It is you. You are inseparable from it. And anyone who beholds you knows it to be true.

So what's that like?