So, I go over to the hospital today because I have an appointment. The pharmacy is packed like always, and I have to walk through it to get to my doctor’s office. I caught three women in there staring at my crotch. It only took a moment but I stared back at each of them until they made eye contact and then each of them looked away quickly. Then, on my way upstairs another woman looked at it. I finally caught her eye and she just stared back and smiled. I raised an eyebrow and continued on my way.
Now, my uniform is really tight, and dress blue pants do not leave much to the imagination…((on the back and the front))… especially when I sit down. But I was walking! And it’s not like I was sporting any wood or anything. That, maybe I could’ve understood. Maybe. All I want to know is… what the freak is up with that?! And it’s not like there’s very much there to look at anyway.
It’s not flattering… I don’t find their interest in my penis at all attractive or alluring… and besides… it’s the sole property of one very special and perfect woman.
Oh well, just thought I’d get it off my chest. Didn’t figure it was a strong enough rant for the pit, and besides… the Pitizens scare the ever-living crap outta me.
It’s the uniform. Though I’d like to think that it wouldn’t turn me into a drooling Neanderthal! Keep this in mind any time you see a guy ogling a woman’s chest. (Not that you would do that!)
You’re probably right, but one would hope it was their eyes or the way they carry themselves or speak or something. Not the bulge in the front of their pants. I just wasn’t flattered.
I would hope so Ras. You wouldn’t want to incur Serendipity’s wrath. She’s tough as nails ya know?
Yup. Wear 'em every day. Have to look nice seeing as I interact with our customers all the time. Ya know, Tripler could attest to the tightness as well. Of course, he lives up north in the cold, so he probably doesn’t have as much of a problem… <cough> <cough>
Was your fly open, by any chance? Or perhaps you had dribbled some ketchup, mustard, or other condiment on the crotch of the pants? Or maybe you had spilled a drink and there was a wet spot there?
No… I checked all that. No spots… no downed fly… nothing out of the ordinary down there… just a little tight. Even checked the shirt and belt. My uniform is usually pretty sharp so…
Why, just this past weekend, GrizzWife and I were in the big-box hardware store. She and I had gone in different directions for a few minutes. When we met back up, she said …
“Flirting?”
-me- “Huh?”
-GW- “I saw that girl checking you out.”
-me- “What girl?”
-GW- <pointing> “her!”
-me- “No way! She’s can’t be older than 25!” (btw, I’m 40)
-GW- “Yep! I watched her staring at your package.”
-me- <blushing> “No way!”
But, in my head, I was saying “YESSS! I can still show it off!”
GrizzWife’s got nothing to worry about. It’s all only for her. But if some gal wants to gander at the package and speculate, well then, she’s welcome to!
I, for one, can’t blame anyone for checking out Simetra. He’s the sexiest, most handsome guy I’ve ever know; he’s perfect – who wouldn’t want to catch a glimpse of him in uniform? (Or, you know, in nothing at all… ;)) I’ve even gotten him to admit that he’s got an incredibly cute butt. (“Best… ass… EVER.”)
And, Rasa, I hereby grant you permission to ogle… I mean appreciate… my sweetie in his blues. Just you though, 'cause you’re smashing and from Rhode Island and whatnot.
Oh, absolutely. That’s why I was freaking out when I discovered that the “pretty birds” flying over us one night were actually bats.
You know, sweetheart, I think I just need to get you a shirt that says “Property of Jessica” and leave it at that.
Damn, dude. Maybe that’s why they were staring? I’m a guy, and very straight, but I think I’d have a hard time looking away from somethin’ THAT big. :eek
Woo! I’m smashing! Don’t worry, Serendipity, I promise I’ll behave. Simetra is kinda my first SDMB “friend” and I could always count on him to post to my lonely little threads. So I was ogling him, but in a nice, friendly, non-penis-related sort of way.
