Sometimes
Sometimes I dissasociate myself from the girl in the mirror. Then the guy in me can think cute chick (as long as I don't have my glasses on).
Other times it's me in the mirror. No turn on there.
I remember when I first noticed the dichotomy. I had painted my toe nails, and then I totally forgot all about it. The next day, I got in the shower, and when I looked down, I saw a pair of feet with painted toe nails, but the feet belonged to someone else. It was only when I couldn't find my (male) feet that I recognized the feet with the painted toes as mine.
