are you looking at me?

guys look at girls. that's a fact.

the more inconspicuous ones will steal sideway furtive glances whilst the daring individuals will give you a thorough mri examination, from head to toe and all the way back up again. it's natural, i guess, almost as secondary to them as their instincts. have you ever thought of what goes through the other sex's mind as you do your thing? how they feel? ahhhh...today, we bring you the view from the other side. well, from my side only, actually.

the topic for today: are you looking at me? are you looking at me? who the hell do you think you are looking at? (a la clint eastwood style)

last sunday, i was wondering the streets of sri hartamas, famous for its roadside mamak stalls and various eateries. armed with my dark sunglasses, i was free to look at the people, not to mention cars and other fast moving objects which i should have actually kept my attention on. well, maybe more than look, observe will be a closer description. for the first time ever, i actually took my eyes away from the interesting pavements and whatever booby traps that the wandering dogs leave for me, and focus my attention on the people who are seated so leisurely at the roadside cafes as i walk past.

disclaimer time. people who are not armed with totally blackout sunglasses should not attempt this dangerous stunt. it may result in your teeth being punched in or be at the receiving end of the above clint eastwood statement.

from a distance, i could see this man seated at the mamak stall, his eyes focused on my every movement as i walked nearer. this guy must be damn free...or is this how he gets his little kicks? he is alone, and presumably waiting for someone as the presence of food is glaringly absent from his table. the first thought that crossed my mind? why is he looking at me? still got guys check me out meh? i have never paid any attention to it as i have my head in the clouds most of the time. i have always thought that with two kids clinging on to either side of my hands, it was an instant sex-appeal killer. but this persistent fella's eyes was following my every move.

first reaction - flattery.
second reaction - what the hell is he looking at?
third reaction - see what? see somemore lah, dig your eyes out.
fourth reaction - ahhhh, go get some hooker and indulge in some mind-blowing sex instead of getting free thrills like this.
fifth reaction - are his hands in visibility?
sixth reaction (and probably too late) - suck in tummy and stick out chest.

after a few short minutes of walking in full view of his intrusive eyes, i finally passed him. only to walk in the straight view of three other guys seating at another mamak stall. damn. this time they were even bolder. all three turned their heads to look my way. ehhh...can be discreet a bit or not? it's starting to get very irritating. what? never see a girl before ah? and for those wise-cracking commentors, my skirt was not stuck in my panties because i was wearing jeans, ok? with the present social environment, it is stressful even to merely walk on the streets.

guys are funny. from the distance, they probably couldn't tell if i was an angelina jolie look-a-like or a michael jackson double...but still, they will turn their ignorant sexist neck 180 degrees to check out the piece of meat that is walking down the street, with long straight hair blowing sexily in the wind. it is just the thing guys do. why? basic instinct.

ok, guys, time for a quick lesson. if you must check out a girl, please do it discreetly. a quick glance or two will be appreciated. it is bad taste, i repeat, bad taste to start drooling or make a remark to your friends which in turn cause the whole group to look in the same direction. and it is so passe to make wolf-whistles or cat-calls. you do not need to undress the girl with your eyes because we very much like our clothes on, thank you. and the most important thing, please do not choose this exact moment to adjust the position of your dickie bird. your action may be wildly misconstrued.

and the most important and misinformed point: we do not dress for your benefit. first thing in the morning, when we are choosing our attire for the day, we do not think "hmm...will that stranger on the road like this pink top or the spaghetti strap purple one?". "should i wear this micro-mini skirt for that drooling road-sweeper or this tight jeans for the bakery boy?" for that matter, our male friends, colleagues or spouse also do not come into consideration when choosing the outfit which we will like to wear for the rest of the day. i am taking a wild guess now, but the first consideration will be comfort, second how it looks in our eyes, and third, how we feel about ourselves in the clothes. so, when you see the next girl in spaghetti strap, please do not see until your eyes bulge out and then use the excuse, "she was dressing for us to see what, so we must see lah".

and now you know.

today's valuable social lesson have been brought to you by the department of social courtesy. it has not been our point to make this a sexist topic and we are in no way biased or discriminating. it has been our sole purpose to bring information to the society and to educate the relevant parties.

have a good day *grins*