To be fair, I have no idea whether or not I look like a bitch - it was just an attempt at explanation. I’m really not a bitch at all, although it’s still possible I exude “don’t talk to me” rays. Or maybe I’m hideous. I dunno.
I used to get checked out, chatted up and picked up on a regular basis. (I was easy 
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I really stopped paying attention for a number of years when I got in a LTR and have just recently noticed that yes, I still get checked out sometimes. It is a bit of a self esteem boost since I have only very recently figured out that I am half way decent looking.
No, no. The difference is that most of us aren’t hit on by attractive guys. The ‘Well how would you like, it, mister, getting hit on every day on the street, treated like a sexual object?’ thing only works if straight guys imagine ugly, creepy crackwhores and grabby, slobbery gay men doing the catcalling.
Most women don’t mind double-takes or even the occasional two-tone whistle, but there’s nothing I ‘secretly’ enjoy about having to reroute myself to avoid construction workers asking to see my tits or hobos demanding I take time out of my day to turn down their requests for sex.
I’ve always checked out guys, like all women, but I’ve become less and less subtle with age. Now I’ll occasionally raise my brows or make eye contact, mybe even an ‘Mmm mm mmm’ if I’m not too close by. But i never plan on acting on it, and I don’t want to seem creepy, so no more than that.
ETA: Cute guys in their cute little business suits get lots of girls giddy. Especially in the business district at the end of the day, when their hair’s all tousled and their ties are loosened…
I get it all the time. ALL the time. I don’t think it’s my looks as much as it’s my “open book” personna. I laugh easily, talk to strangers as if I’ve known them all my life, and people just seem to like to meet me. It’s just the way I am. I’m both the person who asks for assistance in the produce department AND the person who is always asked to help with how to pick out avacados.
I actually had a guy try to pick me up when Mr. K got up to use the bathroom. :eek:
I go through these cycles of “hit on by girls”, “hit on by guys”, and “nobody is looking, don’t even bother.” Now that I’m a guy in my 40s, the frequency is down, but the cycle goes on.
Particularly happens at the gym, when I’m a bit oblivious and someone has to point out to me that the guy over there was checking me out in the shower, or maybe that lady in the next lane wasn’t looking for swim lessons when she asked to see my breaststroke. Flattering, but annoying since I’m at the gym for the other kind of tired, sore and sweaty.
All the time. Part of it is I am in construction, and not a ton of women around, part of it is that I am personable, like Kalhoun just explained about herself. Husband says it’s because I have a nice ass, but he might be biased.
No one hits on me that I know of.
My wife gets it all the time, but she is clueless about it. We were at the gym once, and she came up to me.
The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan: “What did you just do?”
Me: ??? 
TLaTMS: “This guy told me that my husband was a lucky man, so I came over to see what happened. I figured you just made a huge lift or something.”
Me; “No, dear, he was hitting on you.”
TLaTMS: “He was? Where did he go?”
Regards,
Shodan
I’m the male version of you. Extroverted, able to talk to complete strangers without seeming like a nut, and generally very approachable.
rarely.
and on the odd occasion where I am when it does happen, the chatter up/ogler is:
a) not sober (and is persistently not sober),
b) approximately twice my age,
or c) both of the above.
My husband says I get checked out all the time.
I then told him if I wanted smoke blown up my ass I’d be at home with a cigarette and a short length of tubing.*
*Thanks, alphagene!!
My husband is the exact opposite of me. He’ll see a woman with a baby a half a block away and he’ll say “Don’t talk to that baby.” Sure enough, when they get close enough I’m talkin’ to the baby and the mom about just any ol’ thing. Mr. K’s like, “You couldn’t help yourself, could you…you just HAD to talk to that baby!” and I’m like “Well, yeah! I’m the baby talkin’ person. It’s who I am and what I do.”
My olderst brother is just like you and me. He’s never met a stranger and so charming he could sell ice to Eskimoes.
This past summer he and I and my wife were walking up the beach and three very cute teenage girls walked by us. He said something along the lines of “What trouble are you three about to start?” and they all stopped and started to talk to us. My brother is 52 and I’m 43. It was pretty obvious that we werent’ trying to pick anyone up - we were just enjoying the walk and started up a conversation. After a few minutes of pleasant talk everyone continued on their way. My wife, who was with us, said, “You two are too social for your own good.”
See…I love that. That’s what life is all about, in my opinion.
I get something slightly odd. Apparently I look Official. People will ask me directions. In a crowd around an event, people will ask me what is going on, like I must know. In a situation requiring interaction with a real authority, people will look to me to talk to them. Wierd.
Yeah, but I like to go out clubbing. So it’s just me and the rest of the female population in there getting chatted up!
Me, no. But, speaking of bitches, people ogle my Golden Retriever breeder all the time when I’m out walking her. Not that I blame them, she’s better looking than any of the dogs on the calendars.
I’m okay with the situation, because A) I’m married, and B), I’d never join any club that would have me as a member.
Well, I get hit one by men far more than by women, and considering my sexual orientation, that is about as erotic for me as being hit on by a creepy crackwhore. I still appreciate the thought though.