This morning, I went to a little convience store to get a few things. I went to pay, and the owner of the store could not tear his eyes away from my chest. He glanced up at my face for a second, then went right back to my boobies. He was not the least bit embarrassed about being caught.
I realize, it’s natural to take a peek, but would you be embarrased to be caught staring like that ?
Probably.
Although, if you were cute, and we had a good business/client relationship, I might hit on you.
I, for one, would be mortified.
One should at least try to be discreet.
Depends on how obviously it’s out there for display purposes. If you’re wearing a turtleneck sweater, I wouldn’t stare (in an obvious way) because of your evident modesty, but if you’re coming into my hardware store in a bikini top that’s two sizes too small, it’s gonna be pretty clear that you welcome admiring glances, so anything short of sticking my head in between 'em. and slobbering is possible.
I personally wouldn’t stare at a woman’s cleavage for more than thirty minutes or so. 
If I see a healthy woman, and she’s not shy about sharing the view, then I’ll give them the attention they deserve, but gawking seems rude.
Well shoot, if he was already blatantly caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he might as well go for a second round.
Look at it this way, maybe you have what I like to call “orbs of wonder”. These magic orbs, and yes they are magic, have the power to strike dumb and to mesmerize all with their beauty and powerful grace.
I could go on about dirty pillows, but I have a fiance and must cleanse my mind of all other inferior (I’m not saying that you’res are bad mind you, just not my fiances) magic orbs…
Pseudotriton ruber ruber hit the ole nail on the head.
If you don’t want the lookers, cover the goods !!!
Methinks we really can’t help you out until we have a good aidea of what he was looking at. Do you possess any photo evidence?
What?
I was picking up some sundries at the local deli, and happened to be wearing a long, jade-colored stone necklace. The clerk was staring at what Mike Nelson might call my Boobicalogical Region, and finally said, “Those are really pretty! What are they made of?” I was stunned speechless, till I remembered the necklace . . .
Until a woman taps on the top of my head and asks me to remove my face from between her breasts, I fail to see a problem.
Hi Dragongirl… This is what men “do”; they look at attractive women. Thats the reason women wear make-up. Not to look attractive for “Bertha, the cleaning lady with the mop”; but for men to admire.
But for a guy to stare at someone like that is just plain rude.
By the way, tonight (Tuesday, Dec. 10th) at 9PM, EST, there’s a two-hour documentary on A&E about “womens cleavage”.
Just dress a little more conservatively, Dragongirl, or be prepared for that occasional stare from a jerk!
… Martyham.
I thought looking was Ok and it was touching which was not but thanks for telling me: I will now start touching but not looking. _
Years ago, my dad taught me how to play cards. Once he showed me how to hold a handful of cards, he said, “If you hold your hand where I can see it, I’m gonna look at it.”
I have carried this philosophy with me ever since, and there has been the occasional awkward moment…
Men are weird.
I mean it’s not like I ever stare at their bulge.
Oh, wait.
I would definitely be embarrassed. I’ve developed the ability to check women out without being at all obvious about it. Just a quick glance, snap a mental picture, and move on. But I tend to like to take in the view of the whole woman at once, so I do my ogling from a respectable distance. And if anyone still has a problem with that, they can go take a dip somewhere.
::giggle::
I’m not much of a boob-starer, but I remember once when I was a freshman in college, heading to class, a female student apparently returning from her gymnastics class was coming the other way wearing only a skin-tight Olympics-style athletic bodysuit thingie. She caught me staring at her crotch which was tilting gently this way and that, this way and that, as she walked towards me.
“Don’t stare too hard, it might fall off”
:o
Most people seem to be blaming the woman for the man’s poor social skills, “hey she was askin’ for it, wearin’ a tight sweater and all…”
I gotta disagree, I think you would have been well within your rights to lower your head to find his eyes, or overtly redirect him “hey, I’m up here”
Or maybe a more discreet: “is something wrong?”
The fact that the guy was just staring proves that he has no sense of subtlety, so you gotta be blunt.
How else is he going to learn?
That being said, I enjoy breasts very much, and find myself turned into a child in their presence as much as the next guy, but that’s why they invented playboy
I used to work in a very male dominated business (95% of our customers were men). Men often spoke to my boobs, which annoyed me to no end.
I would angle down to catch their eyes then stand back up, but that didn’t always work.
So I started talking to their crotches.
One guy asked me to look him in the face when I was talking to him. I asked for the same consideration. Hunh? What did I do?
(sigh)
I’ve been embarassed more than once. I have never mastered the art of subtlety, and probably never will. But I try, damn it!
I do my best to look hot for Bertha. She’s a catch.