You mean their wallet, right?
I’m a guy & I got a job at the Monterey Bay Aquarium & they gave me a name tag that I have to wear. I noticed when I wear it that women stare at my chest in order to read it. I guess I got a feeling for what it’s like for women when men stare at their cleavage.
dragongirl, were you wearing a name tag?
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Um, yeah…
I’ve noticed being caught a couple of times and I was a little embarrased. There are probably 100s of times I’ve been caught and didn’t know I was caught.
We just had a fairly lengthy thread entitled “Why do women have breasts?” and there are some excellent answers there as to why men are complelled to look.
I’ll be setting the VCR to record A&E tonight.
I’ve had the “my face is up HERE” experience several times, whether I was wearing a cleavage-inspiring top or a turtleneck sweater four inches thick. It’s beyond me why some guys can’t control it.
But MissTake has the right idea, I think. I’m going to try that out…
Hey Zebra… There’s nothing wrong with “getting caught” once in a while; as long as you don’t cross that invisible line and become a “pervert”.
There’s nothing more majestic or beautiful than a perfect set of boobs behind a tight sweater; except maybe a perfect set of boobs without the tight sweater! HAPPY GAZING!!! Marty.
I’d say when I have to wipe your drool of my rack, you’ve pretty much crossed that invisible line.
Welcome to the boards, by the way, marty.
Hi “JuanitaTech”! …thank you for the “welcome aboard”!
Yes; I would say that’s crossing the line! I mean, it’s just natural for a guy to admire a girl, but, hey, at least try and be a little discrete about it!
By the way; I hear that they’ve developed a new xray machine for use by airport screeners that can “see” right through clothing. To me, that would be the ultimate invasion of privacy; to have a bunch of transportation security geeks snickering at a television screen as people (women and men) walked through. Marty.
To answer the OP, yes, I would be embarrassed to be caught staring like that. I am definitely a breast man, and will steal a glance at every opportunity. But I am never rude about it. And I make a conscious effort to never look while I’m speaking with a woman. She could be wearing J.Lo’s green dress cut down to her crotch and I wouldn’t look down while she was speaking.
Once she turned away, however . . . 
Got nipple?
If I had a nickel for every woman who thought I was looking at her breasts just because I don’t like prolonged, direct eye contact, I’d be richer than Bill Gates.
Are you kidding? Look at the post count on this thread – we can’t even help staring at a thread about cleavage.
I especially like to stare at ‘em when I’m sportin’ a big milk mustache.
At my last place of employment, one of my co-workers was an absolutely stunning young woman-very pretty, sexy, etc. She was actually a bodybuilder-not a bulging-muscle type, but fully toned from head to toe. And she virtually always wore very tight clothing …
One time, just for a change, as she was walking through the call center, I got the idea to focus my attention elsewhere than on her. May be the funniest thing I’d ever seen. There were a fair number of males about, talking on phones, talking to each other, going somewhere. And as she passed through the area, every single head was turning to follow her progress. It looked like a bunch of spectators at a tennis match.
They probably thought they were being subtle, too. The young lady in question didn’t seem to notice, but maybe she was just jaded.
(Another co-worker invited me to a lakeside picnic some time after that event, at which I was treated to the sight of that same girl in a bikini with about three square inches of material. Getting suntan lotion rubbed onto her back by another attractive young lady in a similar bikini. Who was straddling her lower back. And I’d left my camera at home. :smack: )
[Disclaimer] I fully believe that it should be the right of every woman to wear whatever she wishes without being made to feel uncomfortable.[/Disclaimer]
With that out of the way, I have some questions that I would like to ask the Doper chikas.
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[li]Is there a difference in how offended you feel catching a male staring at your breasts based of the relative attractiveness of the fellow?[/li][li]When you wear clothing that exposes large parts of your secondary sex characteristics, what is the appropriate male reaction? I am trying to think of the male analog here, and the closest I can come up with would be (for example) wearing a tight tank top that displays the musculature. Now this is not as sexually charged as the breasts are, but the intent (at least in the male version described) is to get people to look.[/li][/ul]
All that being said, I do make a very strong effort to not ogle.
For further insight into the male psyche, let’s turn to stand-up comedian/actor Kevin Pollack:
And from Larry Miller:
I think a guy who can’t even try to be discreet is a bad example of a man. I know much of this attention is unwanted (although I read a Cosmo article a couple years ago lamenting the lack of ogling in recent years). I do my very best not to look, although my wife tells me she’s caught me peeking at other women on occasion. If I do sneak a peek, I try to pry my eyes away as quickly as possible, so as to avoid embarrassment on both my part and hers.
Incidentally, I don’t really buy that argument that women shouldn’t have to be the subject of excessive ogling, even if they wear a low-cut top with their bosoms practically bursting out. You have to have a little accountablilty for your fashion choices, just as surely as I have know that if I wear extra tight jeans, my bulge and my magnificent tushy will be on display for the whole world to see.
Most hetro males can’t help but sneek a peek, but generally speaking we don’t make it too obvious.
“Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don’t stare at it. You get a sense and then look away.” - Seinfeld.
I rarely wear low-cut or excessively tight clothes, but I still get the stares sometimes. (OK, more than sometimes; especially when I was thinner. I have a figure that has occasionally been compared to Dolly Parton’s.) I have become somewhat suspicious when men comment on my t-shirts. I concede that some of them might be honestly commenting on my Yosemite t-shirt, but come on. Not all of them are. Not by a long shot. There is nothing that interesting or fascinating about a “Go Climb a Rock” t-shirt.
And then there are the ones who act as if my chest is on fire—their gaze is so intent. That just creeps me out.
Well, my answers will probably be quite unpopular ( to the other ladies, at least!) but I actually feel quite flattered!
Call me naive, but I never really noticed that guys would check me out until I was out with my husband one day and asked why he was looking around so intently at what, as far as I was concerned, was nothing. He informed me that he was ‘marking’ all the guys that were checking me out. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about until he pointed out a few guys that were in the vicinity. I looked at them and saw them blush or turn away as soon as I made eye contact. ::giggle::
As for the attractiveness of the fellow in question, it’s definitely very creepy when a weasely middle aged guy with kids and a hairpiece is checking you out.
As long as a guy is not being a complete perv about it or trying to manhandle me in any way, I don’t really mind. The only exception to this is if I’m in the act of saying something to you. Then I want to see you looking at me to make sure I know you heard what I said.