The Autumn is approaching here in England, and all the woollies and raincoats we're going to be wearing will make it quite easy for us to be demure.*
Well, it's not easy in a bikini, is it?
Anyway, I recommend the pleasures of quiet self-containment. Of reserve. Of curbing all that gushing energy, whether aggressive or hilarious, in favour of a sedate and courteous shy charm.
(I don't think I've ever heard the word demure used of a man, but think it might be worth a try. I suspect its attractiveness to the female sex might prove to be absolutely staggering.)
Thing To Do Today: be demure. This word might come from the French demorer to delay or linger, and is perhaps influenced by meur, which means ripe.
*Although, today, typically, the forecast is suddenly for 30 degrees of heat. Pah!