Gas up, get a Diet Pepsi, some Boston Baked Beans and a date. Not a bad night’s work!
I was at the California Farm Equiptment Show, so of course it’s raining and there’s ankle deep mud and it’s February. I’m wearing my heaviest, puffiest coat with a white plastic HeftyBag-esque raincover and a cowboy hat with a condom. I was bulky! I was repelling water! But not farmers. I got hit on 3 seperate times—and they couldn’t tell if I had on a bra or not!
I remember one time I went out with my sister. I was wearing a turquoise dress that was a little staing, with a snoopy sweater and sandal with gasp socks, and my hair was rather messily pulled back. My sister practically refused to go out the door with me. I clashed so back and looked so bad, but I didn’t care, I ws just hungry and wanted food.
We get to Denny’s, ordered our food from the waiter (who wasn’t bad looking in the least), and ate. When the waiter came back, we were expexting a bill, but instead he said, “Don’t worry about it.” and let us leave without paying.
The whole way home my sister was going off about how she couldn’t believe that we got free food with me dressed like I was.
Go fig.
I tend not to get hit on a lot – not that I’m unattractive, but I seem to project this air of “I can kick your ass, and I know it” that intimidates a lot of guys. That or I just ping on their gaydar.
But one day I decided to get a shoulder strap for my beloved drum – a massive, beautiful, incredibly deep African djembe. So, having earlier discovered that dog leashes make ideal straps, I cart the drum to PetsMart on the bus (can’t drive) and between home and the checkout line I got hit on by like ten different guys. Apparently men like a girl who can handle a big instrument. 
Such a conversation piece.
Though I must admit, I do every once in a while get hit on because of my tattoos, whether or not I look presentable.
So… you mean instead of changing out of my uniform as soon as I got off work, I should have strutted out into the world with it still on, in all its greasy, salty, soda-and-frozen-yogurt-caked glory?
And only NOW am I finding this out?
sigh
Next thing you’ll be telling me is I’m beautiful post-workout, when I’m panting and sweaty and wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants…
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Wow. We might not be the deepest thinkers when it comes to attraction but we are…multi-dimensional sophisticates. How 'bout that!
Actually, I think this situation has a lot to do with seeing the ‘real’ person and finding that attractive rather than the all-dressed-up in standard issue makeup, clothes and (sometimes) attitude. It can be really refreshing to glimpse an insight into someone’s real life and personality rather than just be confronted with the auto- responses surrounding “Oh, it’s a guy” in a normal social environment
Remember those phrases about; “Someone will show up when you least expect it / not looking”. It’s all a part of that, IMHO. Same with work-related attraction
'Course, the tired from work / woman-in-the-hardware-shop thing also has the whole sweet / cute / vulnerable thing happening.
Isn’t it heartening to think we occasionally look beyond the facade ?
Uh huh…uh huh… I’m just going to nod awhile here so ignore me.
Face it. Y’all are just some HOT wimminz!!!
Panting and sweaty can be good!
So that’s what you call it over there!?!?! 
Seeing things from a female angle, I think I understand you guys perfectly (oh Lord, at least in this regard - sorta, kinda). It is seeing the real person that makes them so irresistible.
Men in tuxes are much more adorable when they are a little disheveled and awkward. If the shirt is a little untucked in a spot or the collar crooked, maybe the hair sticking up in a spot or a pant leg stuck in a sock, all the better! You know the type – the male section of most any wedding party. Even though they are dressed-up, the cuteness comes from the real guy showing through.
I work with a lot of men, some of them really good-looking. For some strange reason every year at our big agency softball tournament that number increases – a LOT! Every year I notice a couple of men I haven’t really “noticed” at work even though we are pretty good friends. [Homer voice on] Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . . . dusty faced men in dirty baseball uniforms. [/Homer voice off]
I once couldn’t help myself and had . . . a-hem . . . “desert” before dinner when I arrived at an old boyfriend’s house and found him, in the kitchen, covered with flour, and wearing a big, colorful beach towel tucked inside the top of his shirt, making, or shall I say – TRYING to make some weird recipe from the side of a Bisquick box. He just looked so pathetically cute that I just had to have him right then and there – in the kitchen, on the cabinet.
So I gotta agree with you guys. It’s seeing that you are a real person that makes you so darn attractive. That, and big, innocent puppy dog eyes.
Indeed! Pheremones combined with the smell of good food is one of the most primitive yet effective means to get a guys attention. (I prefer my women to wear sausage and pepperoni, personally.)
–Nut
I call it “No-Pants Wonderday,” but it turns out the police just call it “Thursday.” Go figure.
Alright, I was wondering why I get approached at grocery stores. I thought maybe they looked in my cart and thought that maybe I know how to cook. But instead maybe it’s because I don’t care what I look like when I’m getting groceries. Hmmm, interesting.
She was sitting at the end of the table with some other women I presumed were friends. She was playing NTN, the interactive trivia game and looked like she was having a really good time. Her smile was simply captivating.
I couldn’t stop looking at her such was her beauty, I was like a moth attracted to the light.
The way she remembers it was that she had run out of the house with no makeup, her hair was a mess, and she wasn’t at all attractive.
That was almost six years ago and I am still awestruck when I wake up in the morning and look at this woman.
As has been said, this works for guys, too.
It comes down to one thing: Trying too hard is obvious and off-putting.
When you’re trying too hard, you’re not being yourself. You’re primping up and trying to “sell” yourself as whatever it is the other person wants. Once you relax, let go a little, and be yourself, people notice.
I used to go all-out. Stylish collared shirts, trendy trousers, nice dress shoes, professionally cut and styled hair…hell, I wore makeup (light concealer to hide my near omnipresent eyebags, which I’ve had since I was 18) to make myself look better. Once I got fed up with all the effort and money I spent, and started going out in a t-shirt and jeans, I actually got noticed.
I honestly think the majority of men and women have an innate “fake-detector”…they can discern the amount of disparity between your present look and your natural look, even if it’s only subconsciously.
jayjay
[BNL] I am in love with a McDonald’s girl…[/BNL]
Cool! There’s a McDs near my house, so I should be all set if I pass by the place as many times as I can.
And yeah, Erika, I have that song in my head, too…
Now we know why Bill C was so popular with the women, what with his jogging-n-burger bit… 
Seriously, ladies… Less really is more, real is much better than a put-on, and few things are sexier than my wife just back from the gym.
Be yourself, don’t go looking for the attention, and all the attention you want will come looking for you. IMO.
Well as Rodney Stewart used to say (pre dressing up in too tight trousers and waving his arse around at every opportunity): ‘A nods as good as a wank to a blind horse’
What…the album was called what…no ?
Extract from that classic best seller: ‘The Diane Crocker School of Pastry Preparation’:
Sniff…Sniff…
So, Pammy, how YOU doin’?
I think it all depends on how well the nodder nods, eh?
Now what was the name of that R. Stewart album???
If you enjoyed that one, you may like my new release, “1001 Ways to Heat Up Your Kitchen”. I wanted “The Naked Chef” but some British bloke got it first.
It works the other way round too.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been hit-on by women. It’s not that I’m a dead ringer for Uncle Fester or anything, I just think that I used to emit an anti-woman pheremone ot something (although now that I’m married, that’s all changed. But that’s another thread :)).
The most amazing time happened out in Coeur D’Alene, Idaho. I was out there on business and had just got done putting in a 16 hour shift at the Navy facility on Lake Pend D’Oreille. I had mucky work boots, dirty jeans, a ratty shirt, hair was a mess. Probably smelled like diesel and epoxy. We were beat, but decided to stop in the hotel bar for a beer. It happened to be “Ladies Night”. Normally this would mean a gaggle of balding middle-aged guys leering over a couple of women in serious need of beer-goggles. Here however, it was a swinging barful of attractive lads and lasses, all dressed to the nines and having a grand ole time. We were in the corner, drinking & relaxing when this goddess in a red angora sweater comes over to me and asks me to dance. I do the usual, look behind me to make sure she’s not talking to the Backstreet Boy behind me. Then it dons on me “SHE’S TRYING TO PICK ME UP!” Nothing earth-shattering happened. I went back to my room, changed, and came back. We danced and talked for a while. But still, my personal fantasy hits on me and I look like Jim Ignatowski. Go figure.
You know, it’s the times that I go out feeling and looking like dogburger and get hit on all the same that really feed the ol’ ego!