Walking around at work (cuz I gets bored) and a lady who works here that I am on good enough terms with emerges from a dark alley in the cube farm. I slow up and turn a bit to make eye contact so she can catch up with me and we can chat a little bit. Innocent, mundane and dull enough for you yet? I notice her eyes do a shoulder-to-toes-to-eyes scan on me. No biggie, I think everyone does that to everyone from time to time. Greetings take place as she begins to catch up. Her eyes, meanwhile, have wandered back down to my lower mid-section and have fixed on something. WTF klaxons go off and I do a quick checklist for what’s in that area: No coffee today, so there should be no drips or stains, not sporting wood, belt isn’t too tight so no gazeworthy overhang should be manifest, walet’s in the pocket opposite her so no interesting lumps should be visible in my pockets…What’s so damned interesting about down there?
“Hey!” sez I, “My eyes are up here!” pointing to my baby blues.
“Huh…wha…[embarassed dismissal]”
heh heh…priceless. And yes, my fly is/was zipped up tight.
Do us a favor, sweetie - grab a camera, take a picture of the area where her eyes were riveted, and post it here so we can make an objective determination. 'K? Thanks.
I must disagree. It’s ben a long time since I felt a woman. ba-dum, dum
And honestly, what’s the world coming to if a guy can’t wear a red sequined codpiece over his khaki Dockers without being gawked at? Even if I wore skin tight pants made of thin white cotton, I should be able to maintain a full on love chubby without attracting the stares of disrespectful coworkers. I’m not just a life support system for a penis! I have a mind too! :mad:
I know what you mean. If they just insist on sporting those bulges, tight pecs and rock hard forearms, of course they should expect we wouldn’t know what color their eyes are, or the color of their hair… what?
It used to be the boobs that distracted folk. Menfolk, actually.
Now I have the huge swollen late-term preggo belly. EVERYone looks at it first, then my eyes…often greeting me and asking how I’m doing while STILL staring at my belly.
Holy cow! Really? Do you mean to say that half the women out there, when they find someone staring at their goodies, would like to pull their goodies out and let the starer play with them! Wow! Because that’s how men feel.
