Anything read in this text is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual situations or persons dead or alive is purely coincidental.

Especially you Eunice Bonita.

Bitch.

MEN AND OGLING.

If you’re a man and like staring too much you are in the right place. If you have been caught in the same act, still in the right place. Now, I won’t ask you to stop (I am not the bad guy) but I will teach you how not to get caught.

First of all, to make you feel better, you ought to get assured. Women ogle just as much, possibly more than men do. Whatever makes you think – rather assume – they don’t, is the fact that you haven’t caught them. Feel free to stick around and learn from me, Mr. Sad.

Here is a case study. I somewhat subjected some of my lady friends to long, hard suggestive glances. 

I got a smile. I got a frown then a smile. I also got the shy-look-away smile. Lorna, a girl from my class, has a life-changing ‘insurance-policy’ - if you know what I mean. Let me paint a complete picture; long hair, fairly dark complexion, a naive-and-teasing smile, long gorgeous legs and a figure to be insecure for. I couldn't overcome that mid-thigh-dress-temptation.

Whenever I asked my subject of experimentation what she felt, she smiled often, later calling me a pervert. In the light of decency, I certainly believe there is no word to describe a male slut. The good and the bad are alike. Lorna thinks I am a ‘man-whore’ – I don’t even know what it means.

A less hot couple meets a hot couple. They both stare at each other. The guys get caught. Usually the hot girl ‘bitches’ on her man. The hot guy has to apologize because women always win. If you win against your woman, you need to check your testosterone levels. On the other hand, the less hot woman gives her man a sharp scornful glance which speaks volumes. She doesn’t talk about it, she does nothing. Possibly because he is all she has.

Let me explain.

In the early civilizations, women and men had clear-cut roles. The man was to hunt and the woman was to gather. After the man brought the boar home, they roasted it and women supplemented it with apples, bananas and even guavas. As a result of these roles the man’s physique and psychology adjusted to hardships. The brain of the man trained his eye to lock onto a moving target. They developed a tunnel vision that picks on specifics. The women who were to take care of the caves and children, their minds trained their eyes to watch over a wide scope. You know, watch out for danger, keep an eye on the kids and pick as many fruits as possible in a short time.

Let’s bring it closer home. It takes longer for a man to pick jam out of the fridge than a woman. Reason being; the man looks for the word J-A-M on a specific container. The woman on the other hand, she knows all the blues might be milk, blue-band or butter. All the browns might be nuts, bread or cake. All the reds might be sauce, jam or pepper. The matching mechanism makes it easier to find jam among the items stacked fridge.

Back to ogling.

Women look in the general direction of their target. They pick out the colours and anything conspicuous. Later, by few seconds, the move in for details; height, chest, shoulders, face and arms. While all this happens, they keep an eye on their men so that they don’t follow their gaze. Men hardly notice this because they often are focused on something else. While walking, they possibly have a fifty-meter gaze towards the destination. While driving, maybe a cyclist, the yellow line or pedestrian.

The man will notice a woman they want to stare at in close range. They have to drop their gaze to that face, curve, rack or booty. Immediately they do this, the woman notices because of two reasons. One she is looking at her man or she was looking at the lady then checked her man’s gaze. By the time the guy focuses enough to appreciate a fine piece of the lady, he has been caught.

Now, that I know you won’t stop ogling, learn something from this article.  To the women, ogling is like a dog barking at a car, no matter how fast it chases, when the car stops it won’t do a thing. By all means, let him.