I’m sure this is a monumentally stupid question, but I haven’t asked one of those for at least 40 minutes, so here we go.
Last week my girlfriend and I went to the mall at lunch to shop. At one point, we both started checking out this HAWT guy coming towards up.
Problem, he was in a wheel chair. After we’d passed we both sort of paused and went “Oh shit. Does he know we’re checking him out because he’s HAWT or does he think we’re obnoxious and have never seen a dude in a wheel chair before.”
We were unsure how to proceed. We debated going over and saying “We wanted you to know that we were staring because you’re HAWT and not because you’re in a wheel chair.” but that seems rather…inelegant.
So Dopers - what do you think? I mean, the dude was really cute - I’m sure other women have checked him out. Do we just assume he knows it’s because he’s hot and leave it, or say something (but what? GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT?!?!), or run screaming next time we see a hot dude in a chair, or what?
Please advise.
Well, if you’re anything like that chick that was all over the guy I was playing pool against the other day, you constantly call him the hottest guy in [insert town name here.] Also, sit in his lap all the time and show off your tits. I think he’ll get the idea that your staring cause he’s hot, not cause he gets the good parking spots.
Perhaps you could smile at him while you’re checking him out, thereby conveying your pleasure at his appearance? Or just waggle your eyebrows in a suggestive way and leave no doubt as to your lecherous intentions? Or while you’re checking him out, say “How you doin’?”
Speaking as a guy, if I were physically on fire and simultaneously being pecked to death by a flock of seagulls and chased by bears all while I was riding a unicycle, I would still think a pretty girl who was looking at me was doing so because she thought I was hot. This is just how guys think.
Oh, we were both doing the “Stare and Smile” for sure. Our lechery was plain, I think. However, both of us are in relationships and not really in a postion to sit in anyone’s lap flashing our tatas, wheel chair or no.
For two years, I dated a guy who used a wheelchair. He was a hottie. Looked a bit like Adrian Pasdar. I once asked him outright whether he minded being stared at, and he said that it was very easy to tell the “Wow, you’re a good-lookin’ dude” stares from the “You poor pitiful creature” stares.
In case anyone wonders, paraplegic men can be incredible in bed. You don’t need to be able to wiggle your toes in order to please a woman.
I’d guess he could probably tell the difference. There is a customer at work who I asked to be a stripper at a friends baby shower. (Hey, it’s her sixth kid!) (Don’t ask how the conversation got to that) and I swear to sweet pickles, I can’t help what visions have been in my head since then. The fact he stood near my table and chatted with me Saturday didn’t help.
But the hormonally unstable (pregnant) girl at my table that I told about it, said she’d consider having 5 more if he’d strip for her.
I’m thinking I’m not that subtle over all. If you are anything like me, I’m guessing he figured it out pretty easily.
(I swear, SWEAR I did not think dirty thoughts when a very, very handsome coworker told me the lunch special was “Hot Italian Sausage.” Really. I didn’t for a moment wonder if any midwestern states had significant italian populations.)
