Flash!
I am in training, where I am sitting next to this very funny lady. 9 times out of 10 the damn training is very boring. So today we were just having a conversation, eyes level, when she shifted forward. My peripheral vision immediately picked an aberration; There was a flash of cholocate brown where there should have only been black.
My eyes, of their own accord sought out the peculiar sight, and a fraction too late registered that it is very ill manners to even look. My brain instructs my eyes to look else where immediately. My head faces forward in a knee-jerk reaction.
All this happens in the space of less than a second.
Unfortunately, the lady follows my eye path, notices her undone blouse button and gets fidgety. From that point on I can't wait for the training to end because I am extremely embarrassed. She is probably thinking I am one twisted punk.
You can't help that first time. The brain must first confirm: Aawwwwww NO! That THERE is A BREAST! (or a thigh, depending on circumstance). Then the manners kick in (if you have got any). The manners will tell your brain to map off that field of vision.
35deg west, 66deg elevation vertical is a NO GO ZONE.
Of course there are those ladies who set out to deliberately torture men. And I am not talking about the ladies of easy virtue who stroll up and down K-Street; I mean professional women, in the office, who check in with skirts whose hemlines seem to be in a rush to meet the necklines of the blouses. Said skirt will on occassion have a long slit running up the fabric in a convenient position.
In a meeting where the lady is in attendance for instance, you will have a real battle on your hands. Your eye ligaments will tear out it tries to juggle the demands of two merciless masters. Your sense of decorum and pure un-adulterated arousement. Woe unto you if she is senior to you because you don't want to be caught looking (at least not if she does not fancy you). Most men bite their tongues, stick a staple into their nails, or wear blank, determined faces; They are trying to call up a tragic incident that they have witnessed to try and suppress the clash of hormones.
posted by 0.5 @ 14:37
2 Comments:
Aah. This is just the kind of post a guy needs to read on a Friday morning. Too much.
It's incredible how the eyes have a mind of their own. You aren't even trying to look then you find yourself staring. Perhaps it' that the ladies don't understand this, otherwise they wouldn't be surprised by the inevitable results. I guess some do enjoy making you squirm as you try to look anywhere else but.
I'm yet to find a workaround. Perhaps I should try biting my tongue. Never tried that one.
There are a few simple pleasures that a jamaa should enjoy, a sunrise, sunset and other lovely scenery like cleavage, thighs and a**. These are free things you can enjoy without hurting anyone including yourself. When it comes to appreciating the beauty of the female form, you really do not have much of a choice, you do not make a conscious decision to check out some chik it justs happens, its as natural as breathing.
I also think that women like feeling appreciated, knowing that someone is giving them a discrete look. Besides they have gotten used to it considering that they have been looked at since their teens if not earlier. As for women who dress in a particular way to torture men. I dont think there are women with such motives. Most women just want to dress in a manner that makes them feel good and sexy and also feel wanted mostly by specific men but also appreciate the general appreciative look they get from even those men they do not want.
The trick is not getting caught staring and not feeling to embarassed when you get caught which will enivatably happen every so often.
Me thinks the chik whose top was undone was more embarassed than you.
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