‘acquired a man.’ This cracked me up. Like they were half off at the Piggly Wiggly? The label came off? A corner was dented? Or more like acquisitions and mergers?
Good luck!
No woman has given me The Look for many years. However, in my experience, it wasn’t so much a look as a touch and a tome of voice. Touch has a way of breaking right past the visual jingle-jangle, at least for me.
The look from my wife I’m most familiar with is the “Get off me, I’m tired and I want to go to sleep look.”
If I don’t immediately pick up on that look, I will pick up when it’s followed by “The Knee.”
Not to up (or down) the ante or anything, but if someone were to shove my head into her cleavage I wouldn’t necessary assume it was a come-on. I’d figure it was a distinct possibility though.
I knew it would happen this weekend because we were seriously discussing how and when we would be getting MilliCal into bed and asleep. That’s a cue even more sure than having your face jammed into cleavage while having yourself groped. I think the sexiest gidft I could possibly get Pepper Mill this Valentine’s day would be a babysitter.
When my girlfriend is over at my place and it’s nighttime.
I can’t remember ever getting the look but then again I’m pretty damned clueless when it comes to reading body language as well. There have been times that I found out well after the fact that a girl had her sights on me and I was oblivious the whole time.
Never had anyone shove my face into their cleavage either. Sounds like a lot of fun though!
Female. And No. Maybe I’m missing the sexpot gene. I am not at a loss for ways to tell my spouse we could get busy, including less subtle “looks” like the waggling of brows, gaudy leers, or the ol’ simulate-a-blowjob-with-the fist-working-in-tandem-with-my-tongue-in-cheek pantomime, but there isn’t some “look” thing like you seem to be describing. Nor can I make a man fall off a bicycle as demonstrated in the movie Memoirs of a Geisha.
My husband would probably tell you I have a look for messages like “Damnit I told you a dozen times the good knives should not go in the dishwasher.” But for sex, no.
The only place I’ve ever seen that Look directed at me or anyone else is on TV commercials.
Damn.
My wife decides, but she doesn’t tell me and she gives no indication that she is ready. I have to guess. When I guess incorrectly, she becomes cross. When I guess correctly, she gives no indication whether I’m doing it right or not (which would seem to imply that I’m doing it wrong).
With my last girlfriend, I knew that it was time to have sex when we were in the same room. Didn’t much matter what room it was - at her house, my house, her parents’ house, a movie theater, my office, her office, the car, a hotel on the way to wherever we were going. If she wasn’t crazy I would have married her and … I would probably be in much the same situation I’m in now.
Except you’d be gettin’ some.
(Sorry.)
That might actually be a better question than the ‘hot and dead fish, or ugly and sex tiger’ floating around right now.
Of course if you asked my husband-- all women are crazy, it’s just a matter of degrees-- so you might as well be getting something out of the deal.
ETA-Savannah, where are you? Did it work? Are you still recovering? Was he obtuse? C’mon, I’ve been waiting patiently…
All women give me the look. Pretty much constantly. 
No, I’m not imagining things. Why do you ask?
We don’t have The Look at my house. I have to play Guitar Hero topless to get my point across. Hubby is more direct - “Why are your clothes still on?”
I have never even thought of giving the look. I don’t know how successful it would be but I might try it. We usually plan our sex out in the morning or a day before. Is that weird? It’s usually something like, “Tomorrow when I get home from the barn I’ll take a shower and we’ll have time for some sex before we watch 30 Rock” or “Should we have some sex Saturday morning before we go for bagels?” etc. I just assumed that all people were the same.
I’ve got “the look” at least once in my life. I’m generally pretty oblivious, it seems, but not always.
Once I was out at an event with a friend and after the event she and I were talking about the problem of signaling interest to another person and picking up on other’s interest. I mentioned I wasn’t very good at picking thing like that up and she said: “What about the young blond girl that was talking to you this evening? I thought for sure someone’s getting some tonight.”
I said: “What blonde girl?”
Her reply: “Oh, that cute blonde girl you were talking to, looked about 22 or so.”
Not only hadn’t I picked up on the signals this girl was (presumably) sending my way, but I didn’t even remember talking to her; I didn’t even recall noticing her.
Oddly enough, the one time I can say I got “the look” it was from a blond 22 year old (albeit her hair was a dirty blond, some might call it brown). I was traveling Europe and was visiting some family friends in Switzerland. The older of the two daughters was on break from college and the rest of the family still had work or school, so I spent most of my time with her.
She took me on a walk in the foothills around her village and showed me the little thicket of trees she and her sister used to play in. After a bit we walked on. It was sunny and brisk. At one point we lay down and watched the clouds in the blue sky. We were entranced by a sun dog (or at least I think that’s what it was, at the time we had no idea). Eventually we got up, she had to head back to do some errands. I didn’t want her to leave, but following her on her errands seemed inappropriate and I kind of wanted to walk a bit more. We stood there for a bit, a moment? Longer? Anyway we didn’t say anything. I felt this strong desire to kiss her or say or do something to express my attraction unequivocally, but I was afraid to do so. And that’s about when she gave me the look.
It was like she knew exactly what was going through my head and was waiting expectantly. It was sort of like she was laughing inside. And it was also like she was communicating to me directly without words. My heart started beating faster and I quickly got an erection. It scared me a bit. While on the one hand I felt like I got the message clearly, on the other I was afraid I had somehow misunderstood.
We said goodbye and I walked on. I had to sit down for a bit to let my heart settle a bit (and my erection to go down). The next day I ended up in her apartment in Zurich with her late at night and she gradually teased my interest in her out of me. And we had a very nice one night stand.
So I’ve seen the look, or a version of the look. It took me a day to process, and I was uncertain right up until she said: “I’d like to take you back to my apartment and make love to you”, but that had more to do with my insecurity than the lack of power of “the look”.
Closing zombie thread.