I know when I’ve been checked out by a woman - it’s a cold day in Hell…
Strangely enough, I caught one just the other day. I have been staying at the same hotel for a while, and I’ve noticed one of the young women working here seems overly nice. Still, I am not a young dude, probably have about 25 years on her, so I thought it might just be my imagination. Then a few days ago, it was very hot and I changed into shorts to walk into town. I popped in to ask if my colleagues had arrived as scheduled, and this young woman and another (who looks a lot like a young German Cate Blanchett) were working and I asked the Cate-clone if she’d seen them. The other, while she thought I wasn’t looking, gave me the full once over, paying special attention to the legs. Being the shy, reserved fellow that I am, I asked her how she enjoyed scoping out my legs. Did I mention she’s a redhead/strawberry blonde? She turned a lovely shade of pink at the question.
Note that afterwards I thought perhaps it was that shorts are considered gauche here, but based on my observation of the people around town, this is not the case.
Completely clueless.
Completely.
Not from the back, but from the front, eye contact-and-hold is the giveaway. It happens rarely.
The responses here from my last post have been hilarious and even more depressing than the depressing songs thread. The opportunities we all seem to have missed out on. 
I’m pressed for time, so I’ll be back later to more fully respond to everyone. 
In moot court once, absolutly thrashed this fine specimen of a lady. The women observers (including one of the judges) later advised me that the lady barrister was nervous and clumsy since she found me attractive. Nonsence I said, it was my skill as an advocate.
I hope that I was right…cause otherwise bloody hell I am sending her description to the bar council with a request for her address, I mean we need to contact each other.
It is definitely one of these two things. Let us know when you figure out which.
I can only think of once or twice where I realized it was happening, but being gay I’m not looking to have women check me out so it’s not something that really crosses my mind.
No female input allowed? 'Cos though I’m technically off the market I have to admit I’m pretty much checking out every guy ever even the ugly ones. Everyone has something interesting going for them; you just have to work it…an interesting scar or tattoo or hairdo (or hairDON’T) or a knowledge of LoJack* or the Food Network or Cirque Du Soleil or semi-automatic weapons, etc. What most attracts me is someone slim, well groomed and neat with a trim haircut, but someone else might be attracted to someone burly in ripped up clothes with shaggy hair and a beard and flip flops, someone else might prefer a medium built guy w/a shaved head and severe suit and lace-up boots. You just have to be yourself and think “hey - different strokes for different folks.”
I think maybe if you’re with someone you’re interested in or you see someone you like you should say “I think you’re cute/interesting…if you’re not involved with someone would you like to go for coffee/drinks sometime?” (This gives them the option of saying “oh, um, I’m seeing someone, yeah…that’s the ticket” and letting you down easy.) This assumes you’re not in a venue where you can buy them a coffee/drink already, lol.
I had a similar experience on a date with a guy…I was really engrossed with assembling and eating my fajitas while he recounted this experience his roommate had filming this movie about a Ménage à Trois which he went into with great detail and I was like “uh huh?..oh rilly? chomp chomp yeah? munch you don’t say? slurp hmmmm urp isn’t that something! nom nom nom I do declare!” Then I finished off my (nth) margarita and patted my lip with my napkin and looked at him and he was looking at me with his eyebrows raised and I went “OH!!!” We then took an excruciatingly long bus ride back to his place where I thought “I vaguely remember being aroused 40 minutes ago.”
*I recently bought a car this weekend and even after the guy sold me a LoJack system he just went on and on and on about it. You have no idea. I really can’t explain.
Did all these people have it on good authority that she was attracted to you? I’d be suspicious they were just joking, but that’s just me. 
You ever catch men checking you out? Or does that stereotype/joke about gay men just walking up to each other and saying “Wanna fuck?” have some truth to it?
Well there is a thread for women already, but if you want to give us some advice, by all means. 
Off the market are ya? Well if you ever become on the market again and don’t mind a guy who’s covered in bees and has a “perfectly messy” hair cut, drop me a line. 
This is way too far ahead of where this thread is focusing on.
We still have to notice if we’re being checked out, let alone managing to ask her out and actually going out with her. Slow down.
Damn man, that’s pretty bad. What did your wife do to get your attention? Use something larger than a clue-by-four? Perhaps a clue-by-eight?
I think you stand to lose a whole heap of Man Points for the quoted sentences. I’ll give you a week to start chatting her up before I submit your case to The Judges.
LMAO! I never would have ever thought to say this. 
How did this turn out? Omit no detail.
I am so oblivious that I’m not even sure I’d correctly interpret the above look as a good thing.
I’d be like “WTF is she staring at? Is there something in my hair? Maybe something crazy is happening behind me. Do I turn around and look? Oh wait, she’s chatting up that tall muscular guy now. Nevermind”
Yeah me too! I guess I’m just in a bad city that is full of girls not interested in guys as amazing as me.
Sucks being so damn beautiful doesn’t it?
Student Driver: With alcohol, anything is possible. Though you inadvertantly chatting up a lamp is probably the more likely scenario if you tend to go heavy on The Drink.
Pics? I’d like to see if it’s nice enough to warrant actively attempting to acquire it or if I should just go about my life and let it come to me anyways, just later lol.
Same here man, same here. Good thing I have this thread going huh? When do you all wanna hang out together and wallow in our misery? Thursday good?
Did you ever catch your wife checking you out before you were an item? Or did she have to beat you over the head to get you to notice her or what?
Care to explain?
LOL. So true, I assume.
Ouch. I’ll see you in the Depressing Songs Thread.
Do you work your legs out at all or are they standard issue?
If you work them out, any tips?
You pimp!
I read an article a while back that stated that women have a greater field of peripheral vision than men. Therefore, maybe women are less conspicuous when checking out people because they don’t have to move their eyes and head as much.
Confession:
A long time ago, I was caught checking out a guy, and it so embarrassing because he checked me out right back with a very obvious lascivious look on his face. I was mortified. Actually this has happened to me three in my life, but since I check guys out a lot, I’m surprised I’ve only been caught thrice.
Well, since I was married a couple years ago I definately notice women checking the ring finger. I was married a couple times before but this is the first one where I wore a ring.
And I notice it a lot. Almost like an involuntary response.
Don’t know if the ring makes me safe to talk to, or what.
About 30 years of soccer under my belt. These days I just do some running. Still, I don’t think my legs are anything special; she was just interested and it was the first time she’d had access to bare flesh below the waist.
Heres taking it a bit deeper…guys can you tell when a woman is attracted to you when it’s someone, say, you work with, or someone who would possibly be a client of yours, etc. (in effect–you regularly talk with them but it’s always “professional”)?
I guess I’m asking more about “vibes” because (in this instance) the woman would not be actively flirting…in fact probably trying hard to just come accross as business…
hope that makes sense, I know what the question is in my head!
I’m pretty sure this has never happened to me. But I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. Would I feel offended and objectified, or appreciative of the attention? I’m guessing the latter.
Yes and yes.
It has to be completely, and totally obvious, but I’m pleased to say it has happened a couple of times. Actually, it’s kind of depressing. I’ve been of age for 3 decades now. I’m probably not averaging once a decade. I did once learn why some women can object to it. While my kids were taking swimming lessons, I swam laps, wearing nothing but a speedo and my wedding ring. When I got out to get my kids, this woman kept staring at me. Now, I am fit, but where this rather pretty and apparently recently divorced or out of the convent women kept staring is right around average and I was just in cold water. Still, I actually had to hid behind my kids to break her stare! (Before you revoke my man card, remember I was wearing a speedo, and about to go in the men’s locker room.)
As far as noticing a woman attracted to me during business, only when buying something. In both cases, the woman was recently divorced, which was the reason for taking the job. Oddly, once was a hot tub store and the other time a lingerie store. Go figure. I got free stuff from the hot tub store because she was completely flustered. I corrected her once, but I was so flustered by her being flustered, I didn’t notice the second screw up until I got home. Nothing in my little math geek life had trained me for such an eventuality.
There is a question no one in either thread has asked though. What do you do if a pretty woman notices you checking them out and is obviously pleased - much more so than your accompanying wife?
SMT: I think the standard answer to your ending query is that you were looking behind that gorgous woman standing there. Oh and to pray to as many gods as you can think of that she’ll believe you. 
More experienced guys can probably come in here with all kinds of advanced techniques for getting out of such a situation. I hope to hear some. 
Not only am I clueless, I am extremely clueless. There was one time in particular where thanks to a job interview early that day I was in one my very rare dapper looks and had a sore throat which lowered my average voice into a register that I have been assured by women I know to be extremely cool. So in this once in a lifetime configuration for my typical nerd self I chatted with a woman for half an hour before I left. It didn’t occur to me until an hour later that she was flirting with me.
You can send her my way, if you’re so inclined.
Fifteen years ago I was a manual laborer, and the burliness was more concentrated in my chest and arms than it is now. Back then, I was completely oblivious to being checked out. Luckily, I had a couple of female friends who usually told me when it was happening. Nowadays I’m more conscious of it, but it happens a lot less often than it used to.
[/runs off to add Glory Days to the depressing song thread]