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That’s what I get for trying to be hip to the dope
How udderly embarrassing…
Yes, looking at the tits in one thing, talking to the tits is another.
Think of it this way: how would you feel about a woman checking out your ass? Chances are good that if its a quick glance you won’t mind, or may even feel a little pumped up and happy about it, if her reaction is subtle and positive. If she were circling you to get a better look while you’re trying to tell her about the latest sales figures, you’d probably be a bit annoyed.
Being interested in my breasts as well as me is fine, and even flattering. Being distracted by my breasts because they’re more interesting than me is insulting.
Well, what do you think about a guy who doesn’t look at your cleavage? One of my co-workers, I heard, definitely thought I was gay. I heard about this, and tried to figure out why. It turned out that it was that I didn’t look at her cleavage.
My friend, at work I’m too busy to look at your cleavage. If you want me to do that, invite me for a drink after work.
Ditto, totally.
I think it’s cute, generally. Cute like “Aww, he’s looking at my boobs!”. If it turns into a stare, then I start worrying that there is something on my skin/shirt. If he starts talking to my boobs, then I get irritated.
Is this an isolated incident or something that happens regularly?
Which, talking to the tits, or circling for a better look at the ass?
Honey, when you have tits like mine, they get stared at. Could you walk by the Grand Canyon and not look?
Exactly.
BTW, love the phrasing. I’ve often thought of it that way myself.
“Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don’t stare at it. It’s too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.”
-Jerry Seinfeld
This is why I enjoy pic threads so much. I get to stare and stare, and no guilt.
I have to try really hard not to look, because I’m a college professor, and I’m pretty sure that no students want their prof. checking out their cleavage. I’m afraid even a single glance will have them filing me away in their mind permanently as “creepy professor guy.” So being surrounded every day by hot college students isn’t as fun as you would think.
This is ridiculous. My gorgeous, stacked friend Ros’s idiot mother told her, “When you’re round, you shouldn’t wear such low-cut shirts.”
My reaction was, “As far as I know, being round is the reason for wearing low-cut shirts!”
Another idiot, a boyfriend of hers, told her once her tits were too big. She dumped him. Do not fuck with Ros.
The ass-circling.
Man, I’ve got work to do. I can’t be hanging around here talking about boobs all day…
…okay, maybe I can.
No, it’s not something that I’ve done or seen happen, but the closest I could come to a male hypothetical equivalent. It’s about as distracting when we start noticing you’re staring at the boobs (or speaking to them) as *if *we were circling around for a look at the derrière.
What can I say? Y’all wear the wrong clothes for us to check out your schlongs.
Looking is perfectly fine, staring is creepy and rude.
After all, I am perfectly aware of the facts that the girls are, erm, substantial - I buy my own bras, don’t I? They’re impressive! They’re certainly noticeable. Hence, I don’t mind if a gentleman notices.
I think WhyNot has it precisely right, actually.
I know this will get countered with a statement about how uncomfortable bras can be…but…
…Do you have any idea how much it sucks to be poorly situated inside your own pants? It can curl up under your thigh or a ball can get virtually sat on or pinched against the inside of a pant leg! Those aren’t fun! God forbid you get hard!
By all means, wear a skirt! I think skirts are damn sexy on men, and I heartily endorse a cultural shift in dress codes for American men. Dashikis, kilts, kimonos, caftans, sarong…I think they’re all yummy!
Won’t *someone *think of the testicles? 
Though I imagine they do, I don’t really notice guys looking at my tits. Too busy staring at their crotches (I swear, I don’t even know how I picked up this habit but it’s a hard one to break.) I do check out other women’s racks if they’re huge and usually beat my boyfriends to the punch with a comment once she’s gone, though I’m not ignorant enough to think anyone with big tits who isn’t wearing a sack dress wants people to stare.
Such is my staring-inclination, although I’m male and the crotches are of the female variety. I play by the same rules as those whose primary appreciation is higher up on the body (no slack-jawed uninterrupted drooly-face, don’t be blatant, but a glance or two or three, yumm). I figure there’s more general awareness of guys checking out boobage so it’s less obvious what I’m doing. How about you? Ever get, you know, caught at it?