See I have that “goes from zero to bitch in 2.5 beers look” we should do a study.
Evidently, age does not affect ogle-abilty as much as one might think…
As far as I know, no. Then again I’ve got the social acumen equal to the situational awareness of Manny Ramirez in a baseball game, so I guess the girls could be going crazy over me and I’d never notice. Of course, I’m also not particularly attractive, so I figure the probability trends towards zero anyway.
Seriously, a girl would probably have to start removing various articles of clothing before I might even get an inkling that she just might be interested in me.
Nope. I’ve never thought for a second that anyone was checking me out. I’m 45, graying, fat, etc. I think a lot of it DOES come down to self-image. Mine stinks. I suspect I carry myself like someone not worth checking out and that is a small contributing factor.
More likely, I’m not worth checking out.
As for ogling? Zut alors. If I am not checked out, I’m sure not ogled !!!
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Well, sometimes guys take that as a challenge.
I know! We should go drinking together at a bar sometime, and take notes on how many guys approach us, and what kind of guys we each attract. (I suppose we’d have to sit apart from each other for this part to work.) Then we record a video of us getting trashed and making out. Then we publish our notes in a book that includes, upon purchase, said making-out video, and then - profit!
What?
Heh, I swear to Og that every single day when I get back home my GF asks “Did any girl look at you today?”
Most of the time I answer I don´t know.
Honest truth is that I get oogled rather frequently, but frankly my dear, I don´t give a damn. 
I think I might carry myself in a manner that keeps people from staring at me too much, but for some reason strangers seem comfortable with talking to me.
Imagine a group of people standing outside a business that is supposed to be open, but is closed. There’s the guy that turns to the crowd and says something like “What the Hell?” and there’s the guy he’s asking. I’m the second guy. I’ve been asked for directions in states that I had never been in until that day. Vagrants and scary people love me, they’ll start talking with me at the drop of a hat.
I was once in a bar, that was near the park where a festival was, that I had been to earlier that day (that was not a pretty sentence). This bar was not typical for the area. It was full of cranky, old, white trash (please forgive) barfly types, in the middle of a predominantly gay area. There were several gay bars nearby, but this was not one of them. The bar didn’t even have a sign out front.
We had already agreed to meet friends at “that hole in the wall bar right at the intersection”, so we couldn’t just leave once we saw it was a shady place. We ordered beers, which came in cans of course, and headed towards the back of the bar to play darts. We hadn’t been there for more than 5 minutes before some white haired, ex-Hell’s Angel looking guy comes back towards us. He looks directly at me, out of four of us, and says “Hey!” Without missing a beat I said “What’s up?” He says “You’re a real bulldog motherfucker aren’t you?”
This caused me to pause and choose my words carefully, was he complimenting me, or was he trying to get me to fight? I said “I’ve been called worse”. His hand reached out to the side and came swinging toward me, he wanted a really manly handshake. I obliged. After he had my hand, he just kept on muttering “You’re a real bulldog motherfucker” several times. After he was satisfied he went back to the bar, but not without looking back and pointing at me and shaking his finger, a kind of “watch out for that guy” gesture.
As soon as we were outside the bar, my friends were saying “Man, what is it with you? You’re like the Messiah of homeless, degenerate drunks, and crazy people”.
So, no ogling at all for reasons of attractiveness, but a high likelihood to be chatted up by some random stranger, almost always male, and far too often a bit creepy.
:stands in line waiting for pre-sale of said video:
When is this freakin’ thing gonna go on sale?!?! I can only wait so long!
Damn it, you have seen clear through me.
I get chatted up by everybody. I wish it was just hot available guys, but no…
(I have an invisible magnet that attracts crazies, apparently. And all the people I meet are dying to talk about the book I’m reading.)
Some guys just don’t notice, or care. I’ve gotten hit on when I was with my husband.
The 2 things that reliably seem to keep me from getting hit on are being out with kids, and being pregnant. That seems to keep 'em at bay.
When I am out by myself or with my girlfriends I routinely do get chatted up / hit on, especially in places where people go to meet people, like bars. When I first started working at my office, I knew the guys in production were ogling. I don’t mind being talked to, or approached as long as the guy is nice, and friendly. If it crosses over to agressive / creepy then I’ll put out the frosty bitch vibes.
College age was the prime time of getting hit on for me. Probably because I went out the most then. I definitely liked the attention, and sometimes used it to my advantage. I have grown out of that needing to be noticed phase, but it is nice to go out and still be approached once in a while, I admit.
whoa whoa whoa things got out of hand really fast
You have permission to undress me with your eyes, and then molest me with your eyes if you like. I shall not resist. Or protest.
Woohoo! I need more practice anyway, as ogling pickings have been slim of late.
I always chat up the one that looks like a bitch. The one that looks like a bitch usually has that cynicism that is so hot.
As to my oogleability rating, recently while carrying my daughter (who is gorgeous) through the grocery store I passed two lovely young ladies. Just as they went past, I heard one say “she must have a beautiful momma”. My heart pretty much shattered.
Bingo! I never notice being checked out, but my wife sees it quite often.
Neither.
I am both fat and ugly. Hell, I’m not even fun at parties!
After reading through the thread, it did occur to me that when me and Mrs. Prefect were taking a stroll down Yonge street in Toronto while on vacation this past summer I noticed quite a few more of the boys checking me out. I guess I only noticed them because gay guys are probably as subtle as the straight guys. You know, subtle like a brick wall 
I tend to get checked out more often when I’m with my wife, bizarrely. Actually, I get checked out fairly frequently, but I’m very shy around strangers unless I make an effort so it never really got or gets me anywhere.
It’s a nice ego boost, except for the part where nothing ever comes of it. =)
I’m sorry, I’m late back to the thread.
I tried to think of why I’m not more overt when I check guys out. I tried to post it. I couldn’t spit it out right. But it’s not because I’m an “ice maiden”, actually I am getting tired of shyness or reservedness being equated to ice maiden. But that’s been a curse all my life.
But even when girls are obvious guys are just…clueless. When I am with my SO or with my brother I’m always the one noticing the guys hitting on them. My brother is positively gorgeous - six feet tall, broad, with dark features and lovely dark eyes. So everytime we’re anywhere girls are looking at him, hanging on him, trying to talk to him, and giving me the Evil Eye. (I’m just his sister! Please!) And yet he never notices.