All The Power. Women Have All the Power.
I know she was testing me, because no other explanation works.
The casually over-opened blouse, the lingering lean-over, these are the weapons of war. It's not a conventional war - in the parlance, this is an asymmetric battle.
Winning and losing are fuzzily defined. For instance, do I win or lose by giving into temptation, allowing my gaze to drop below her neck? The upside is that I see some bra, definitely, and some portion of breast.
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If I steel myself and exhibit self-restraint by not checking her out, does she notice and figure that she needs more firepower next time? Or is she disgusted by failure to compliment her with a gaze at her goodies?
Either way, I am outgunned and suffer from hopeless intelligence.
Bottoms Up, Wandering Eyes.
9 comments:
Not all the power, just all the boobs (well, most of the boobs). But men have all the penises.
What was the context here? I mean, if she was your best friend's wife, that's very different than if she's your date or even the ringless woman on the next bar stool....
If she is flashing her boobs, she's set her sexual lures for the evening on full stun! Even if it's just for her male partner, the room is privy to her intentions.
Men and women are the only animals that artificially wear something over their skin. A female's vajaja is not as readily visible in our society as it is in nature. So she compensates by flashing the next best 'partially' visible sexual clue...boobies. (More bold females will actually wear something so loose that a glimpse of nipple may be possible.
What I find humorous is when she rejects me only because I am blatantly noticing her rack of man attractant. But note: I only let her see me leering when I know a relationship would not be possible. If I was interested I would follow the conventions of the mating dance.
So, when she calls me out for taking in a full emotional bucket of luscious boobies by saying, 'Hey, my eyes are up here!' I respond with, 'Yeah, but your boobies are down here!'
I lack your global view, Miss Licious. To me, there is a universe of beautiful boobs (female-owned) and one penis. Mine. I have all the penis I'm interested in. But I'm aware of the conceit ;-)
Otherwise, you continually surprise me with your ability to find the underdone elements in my posts. Let's just say that she wasn't single.
"...full emotional bucket of luscious boobies..."
Yes! Welcome back, Mr Nights.
In this case, I had no choice but to avoid scoping out the rack. Propriety demanded it, which she also knew. I'm pretty sure it's called teasing with intent, which is somewhat short of my warfare analogy, but still cruelly unfair.
Ah, it would be a dull world where there was never a little show here and there. And a dull guy who could avoid not looking from time to time.
Thanks, Wombat. :-)
I would venture to say that something is going on with this woman, though I don't know what--but most likely some kind of insecurity she's trying to soothe with misplaced efforts at validation of her sex appeal.
Good point, Mr. N. Supposedly, boobs exist since we walk upright, rather than on all fours--female humans need something in front that echoes the ass....
And, for what it's worth, I really get the "to look or not to look" conundrum, given where I sit.... I feel like there's as much or more at stake if I get caught looking, though maybe my stolen glance is more likely to go undetected because they're not expecting it from me. Let's hope so, for my sake. :-)
It's evenings like those that I truly regret not wearing my chrome studded codpiece to the bar.
...precisely the argument with which I struggled for that looooong ten minutes Don. I mean what kind of man doesn't indulge the lady and grab a gander of the jubblies so generously offered? Was I being rude by not taking a slice?
Interesting, Miss Licious. To me she's pretty damn sexy, but then that's not your argument - it's how she feels, correct?
We clearly are a match of sorts, but then that my be my need for validation talking.
You lucky thing you, having that special 360 degree ability ;-)
Chrome-studded codpiece, eh Herr Nights? Enormous. They're the '57 Chevy of 'pieces.
Shaggin' it old school, baby.
That's right, Wombat! ;-)
all I can say is in this video.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmMU_iwe6U&feature=related
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