I always look forward to jury duty in downtown Los Angeles in the summer time.
It’s also as good as exercise.
Walking through downtown Toronto on a perfect summer day yesterday… the number of attractive women in the streets was truly mind-boggling.
I’ve learned through many years of experience that expressing interest in a woman leads to bad, embarrassing situations, so in general I try not to appear interested in women. I typically let my attention skate past without changing expression, or look out the window of the bus at buildings, or at my phone, or look up the street for an approaching streetcar.
I went to see a movie with my friend (got a pass for Christmas), and after we exited the food court where we’d met and eaten, and went around the political march in the street, we went down into the subway station. Inside, I just concentrated on getting through the subway turnstile without bashing my computer too hard or getting anything caught.
Then my friend said that a woman going the other way had given me a beautiful smile. I had no idea. I didn’t even see her at all. I was aware of people moving nearby, but only as blurs in my peripheral vision. I had to ask him twice, I was so incredulous.
Dammit. The rare time a woman actually sees me, and I’m totally unaware.
I find it frustrating more than anything.
Whenever you get caught looking just look her in the eyes and smile.
Especially when she’s not skinny, but is, say, Size 12 and has curves and isn’t afraid to flaunt them!
And doesn’t tie a sweater around her waist to hide her derrière the way so many American women do.
I’ve been posting here since 2003 and Now you tell me…? :smack:
When I get caught ogling some nice breasts, I just say “I wasn’t staring at your boobs; I was looking into your heart!”
You have to experience 93 degrees and 80% humidity to appreciate it. You just drip with sweat and there is little evaporation. Also, far fewer homes are air-conditioned.
The Underground isn’t air conditioned either. Nor are any of the trains. It must have been 100 degrees (sorry, 38) on the one I rode today.
What movement is this? A little googling didn’t enlighten me.
[QUOTE=Neidhart;16494336This pastime has the rather miraculous quality that, no matter how much I do it, it never gets boring or any less pleasurable than it was at age 14; a quality it shares with no other activity on the planet Earth.[/QUOTE]
I see where you’re going but there is another, sometimes related activity most guys start before the age of 14 which also meets that criteria.
I live in Thailand. 'Nuff said.
Just don’t combine the two in public, please. 
In much of Europe, you’d probably be disappointed. It seems to be a law of Mediterranean countries that women only come in two varieties: tall, slender, leggy, dusky sirens, and stout, dumpy, moustachioed mammas. I believe that some time in their early thirties, the former are rounded up and spirited away in the dead of night and replaced silently with the latter. It is the only possible explanation.
For the win.
Watch out for those big Adam’s apples though 
The song Standin’ on the Corner, is all about girl-watching. It contains the line:
“Brother you can’t go to jail for what you’re thinkin’…”
I’m not sure this is true anymore, especially on college campuses.