Eons ago when I was a cocktail waitress, I had a shirt that said My tits neither take orders nor serve drinks" it got a few laughs… but it make more men look in my eyes (after the three minutes it took thier drunk asses to read the shirt.
I also had an employee who spoke only to my chest. So, one day I asked him if he had a neck problem and that is why he did not address my face… he simply turned red and continued to speak to my breasts.
sigh… the fact of the matter is that we got boobs, men like boobs, men are gonna look at our boobs, and if it offends us we just need to say “hey shit stain, look at my face!!”
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I’d have to sell that through some kind of mail order scam, though. Something like, “Learn the SECRET OF GETTING WOMEN TO OPEN UP TO YOU!!” But, it’s too simple to work as a retail book.
Oh, and for the record, I can be extremely judgmental. Lock me in a room for five minutes with some pervert that tortures cats, for instance. When come back, bring mop.
A corporate manager was down to look at the store I worked at one day. He walked into a wall because he was looking down my shirt as I dragged a heavy bin across the floor. The entire front end of the store saw.
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was talking about boobs & those who admire them with some gf’s a while back. one out of 8 didn’t mind, really depended on who was doing the looking.
in Italy, don’t think women mind as much. more of a concern here is when the men DON’T look anymore
I don’t know about others, but when I’m speaking with someone and I see them glance down at my nose or mouth area it always gives me concern that I’ve got spinich in my teeth or something.
I’d rather the person look at my crotch in all honesty.
I’ve always had difficulty with the appropriate social and professional rules of eye contact. I tend to maintain eye contact throughout a conversation, but it makes some uncomfortable and when it’s apparent I have no choice but to break the contact and look away, which makes me uncomfortable and things generally deteriorate from there.
I’d say though that the best place to glance away is to the side. Not one of those slow, shifty eye slides or a nervous seeming flickering, but a quick glance as if you caught something on the periphery of your vision and was just seeing what it was. I guess it helpful to turn your head slightly also and not just look with your eyes.
And when you return your gaze, lock them back on the eyes. If others are half as paranoid about things as I am, looking at their forehead or ears or noses or any place other than their eyes give them cause to be overly self-conscious that something is amiss.
When speaking with a woman, I don’t often look at her eyes. Most of the time, I look at her lips. Otherwise, I would only have a vague idea of what vowel sounds she is making and no idea of the consonants.
Second violin, three years, right in front of the tympanis…
