Today I met a new guy at work. I had first noticed him from a bit of a distance—he seemed to be a pretty attractive guy. Eventually he came over and introduced himself.
We shook hands.
His gaze went downwards.
And did not come back up again for about 3 very uncomfortable seconds.
Three seconds is a loooonnnggg time for someone to be blatantly staring at your chest. Seriously, count it out. 1. 2. 3. Ugh.
Yeah, I wanted nothing to do with his flirty repartee. I was done.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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OHMYGOSH! have the decency to PRETEND you arent looking. that is just gross. did you give him the evil eye when his gaze returned where it belonged?
That's not flirty. That's creepy.
Flirty is if he glances down and then looks back up quickly, acts embarrassed and says, "Oh, gosh. Sorry. I was going to read your shirt, but I realized too late what it must have looked like."
If there's no words on your shirt, then replace it with, "I thought you'd missed a button, but... you didn't."
You know. Something like that.
The only thing worse than what he did, would be if he moaned and then bit his bottom lip while he was staring.
ew ew ew ew EW-uh! total creepola! but LOL @ Calvin's last comment. haha.
but seriously guy at work = DIRTBAG.
Three seconds? Seems like you made a great first impression with him, so your post title is confusing...
Oh, you meant he ruined his first impression with you...Gotcha ;-)
Im sorry.......i hate when idiots show up...you could look at his junk and laugh a little that might make it even........
You must have something worth looking at. ;) That's flattering.
Who are these guys who missed the "art of the gaze" classes at man school? I hope this guy has his dude card taken away, because that is just a rookie mistake.
Everyone gets checked out when you meet, it's a given, but doing it with some tact and skill is vital.
That said, can you post a pic of what he was looking at for reference? I'm just saying ;-)
I only think it's okay for guys to look at my chest when I'm wearing a low-cut shirt. Because hey, I'm flaunting them, it's okay. But when I'm wearing a high-necked shirt, no way, Jose.
But my "person" in my life tends to look down a lot, and I'm like, umm heeeey, you like me for being me, not for my boobs. You need to look at my face!
I hate that. It always tends to happen when I'm wearing my Death Cab For Cutie shirt because it has small-ish text right front and center. And guys seem to try to cover it up by saying "Hey, nice shirt. I like that band." Yeah, I totally don't notice the pause. Mmmhmm.
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