This is for guys and ladies. Once in awhile something about another person draws our eye towards it and we get transfixed. It could be a woman’s low cut shirt, a shapely butt, or something mundane like a thread on the back of someones shirt, or a guy wearing nail polish.
I recently got caught staring at a hole in an older ladies stockings. She was dressed so nicely and that holy stocking really stood out. I got a heck of a icy glare from her.
Its usually not on purpose. You’re bored and for some reason our eye gets drawn to something. We don’t realize how long we’re staring until we’re caught.
Happens to Royalty too. I love these pictures because its such a real, honest moment between these two people.
All the time. I got yelled at by a belligerent man on the train the other day about how rude it was to stare. (Never mind how rude it is to belligerently discipline strangers.) I honestly wasn’t aware that I was staring; I was completely lost in my own thoughts. I’m not a very visual person so I often kind of “switch off,” which leads to getting caught staring.
I once spent a meeting with a supervisor at work staring at her chest.
The actual reason for it, though, was not the attractiveness of her (not inconsiderable) feminine curves, but simply that she was wearing a T-shirt with this motif, and I was trying to make out the text. I think she pretty much got it when I explained it later.
The only time this has happened to me was a couple of years ago and I was in the checkout lane at the grocery store, waiting my turn. I was staring off into space, and in my line of vision was a group of people, which I might kindly call rural, belligerent types. OK: they were rednecks. One young woman in her early 20s “caught” me staring and she hollered at me, ‘WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT??"
Humph. You have peripheral vision. I only have peripheral vision when I wear contact lenses, which is never. My glasses don’t cover the periphery, and there’s only so much you can take away from a grey blur.
I grew up nearsighted and the world was always a bit fuzzy. Even with glasses, I often don’t notice fine details like a thread or lint on someones shirt. So, when I do suddenly notice an interesting detail its not uncommon for me to stare for a moment.
I have no excuses for staring at low cut shirts or tight jeans except that I appreciate the female form. I try not to stare, but once in awhile its hard not to.
If it’s on display, it’s there to be looked at though, right? (I mean - you’ve not so much choice about what nature gave you, but if you leave it hanging out, you can’t very well be offended when people will look at it)
Very rarely, if ever. I can’t recall the last time I was actually caught staring.
My girlfriend was astonished to find out that I constantly look down her shirt and stare at her cleavage, and she is quite good at catching people doing that. Of course, I have very good peripheral vision, and if I slide my eyes sideways, I can see on that side almost as good as if I’m facing that way.
My wife and I were having drinks with some friends in the lobby bar of a hotel one time. At one point my wife nudged me and did the little “look over there” thing with her head, then went back to the conversation. I looked and about 10 feet from us saw a beautiful, well-endowed woman bending forward to mess with one of her high heels; her dress was so low cut that I could practically see her navel. It was, I have to say, spectacular, made even more special by the fact that my wife pointed it out to me. I was having a hard time looking away. When I eventually did, I saw that the woman was looking me right in the eye. She gave me a little smirk though, as if to say, “I know you’re looking, and it’s OK. Enjoy.”
I’ve never been called out by a woman I was looking at.
On the other hand, my wife ALWAYS busts me when I do it in her presence. Even when I think I’ve been discreet, she’ll observe (either pointedly or mockingly) “You liked her dress, eh” afterward.
I make a conscious effort to never let my eyes rest on somebody when I am preparing to space out. So, never. When I’m wearing sunglasses, all bets are off though.
That’s exactly what my wife recited to me after she stopped laughing at me being caught. She points out cleavage for me to look at, and then recites Seinfeld at just the right moment. God, I love that woman.
I try not to stare, but once in awhile its hard not to.