I had to look that up. No. He’s a scientist I know.
For the record, I’d never publicly ogle anyone except my wife. Anyone else and it would be a quick glance. I found it humorous that I got the evil eye for staring at a butt I’ve seen thousands of times.
Mirror shades. My brother worked at an amusement park one summer, and they all wore them.
When is a butt, body, or cleavage, I’m careful enough not to get caught. My problem is that a pretty face is more eye-catching and appealing to me than any of those.
Back in 1996, when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta, Georgia, a buddy of mine won some tickets through his job for travel and room and such to go, so I went along.
Part of the package was tickets to some of the sporting venues, but most of the good ones were taken, but we attended a few in the downtown area, one of which was women’s volleyball.
You can already see where this is going.
When we got there, the arena was mostly empty, so we naturally took a couple of seats in the very front row – great view of the court and no one close around us.
We watched several matches, mostly Asian teams, primarily Chinese and Japanese.
Holy Crap!! Those girls were FIERCE!
Every hit of the ball, every save, every score was punctuated by piercing screams from the player, and these girls were working hard. It was fun watching the radar gun they had set up on the court and seeing these tiny girls banging this volleyball at 80mph+ at each other. I had one errant hit send the ball practically in my face, and just throwing it back to the girl was the slowest that ball ever saw in gameplay.
But . . . almost all the girls wore these tiny, short shorts that weren’t exactly . . tight . . but were . . quite snug.
Did I mention short?
After every play, each girl had to grab the edges of their shorts and pull them down because the shorts had . . . migrated a bit. Even after careful rearrangement of said garments, a few steps would immediately cause the shorts to . . . creep
Which is pretty much what my buddy and I felt like watching these severely cute teenage girls tugging on their shorts hem because their ass cheeks were hanging out all the time.
Oh, yeah, the girls knew we were watching – no way they couldn’t have. We weren’t hanging on the rail with out tongues hanging out or anything, but they had to know. Most didn’t care, a few didn’t turn their backs to us when warming up, but it didn’t matter. Every single one was pretty beyond belief and played like demons possessed, so we set back and enjoyed the show in all its various aspects.
Me, too. What might be surprising to the woman I’m looking at is that I am usually not imagining her nude; it’s more a fascination with the expressions passing across her face. I do it to young men, too - anyone, really, who is concentrating enough to leave their expressions unguarded, will catch my eye and cause me to surreptitiously watch.
People are interesting.
When my dad was teaching me to play cribbage when I was a kid, after he showed me how to hold my cards he said, “If you hold your hand where I can see it, I’m going to look.”
When our kids ask how my wife and I met I tell them that I was at work and I saw a woman walking in the same direction in front of me. I thought, “I’m going to marry her.”
I told them this story many times before they figured out that I hadn’t even seen her face yet.
I know. Sometimes all you can do is say, “That’s an ass… and she’s intentionally wiggling her rear end at me.”
I’m betting Steven Tyler
The fact that the OP still ogles his wife of 19 years makes me smile. Whenever a guy catches me catching him being a bum looker I usually smile at him or give him a thumbs up. Never fails to get a smile. I mean, who the heck cares (Kayaker’s hilarious account aside)? I *hope *dudes are still checking my ass out (and I have credibility issues with women who say different).
Crap like this is why I avoid the kiddy park down the street…