Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Being checked out

Yeah, I know, it's another one of those two post days, what can I say, this was the post I intended to make, but the one about the jerk had to make it out as well. After all that seems to be the most popular topic with my readership, and I know how to play to an audience, I swear that I would make a great politician, except that I would use logic, so there's no chance in hell I would re-elected, I'd more than likely be assassinated by members of my own party.

Ok, enough demonstration of my ability to filibuster, on to the topic at hand, being checked out. It's probably happened to all of us, certainly it has to the women who read this, the guys are more likely to be the ones doing the obvious checking out. But it is interesting how the act of checking someone out can be quite varied. There are those who can do it just subtlety enough that you aren't certain you are being checked out (most men do not possess this trait). Then there are those that can make you feel as though you are being sold off and they want to literally check out the merchandise (I had one woman do that this to me, while I was in spandex, I felt really exposed suddenly).

I'm all for taking a look and being checked out in return, hell that's most of the reason for why I dress the way I do (not the spandex, that's purely for biking). One thing I learned living in Montreal is that you are always on display, so why not look your best, you never know who may be checking you out next. I have to admit that I enjoy being checked out, heck once a girl almost tripped while checking me out (at least that's how it looked to me) that just makes you feel good on the most basic and primitive levels (you know that warm fuzzy fealing). However as I stated above not all instances of being checked out are as pleasant, those that border on leering can become quite creepy, you know, the ones where the observer is almost drooling over themselves, visibly craning their neck for a closer look. Ok, so guys don't really know this one, but the girls certainly do. For the guys, next time you are at a strip club, check out the other patrons, I'm certain you will see someone like I mentioned above. If not check the mirror, it's probably you.

Well the reason I mention all this is because I get checked out on a regular basis. No, I'm not bragging that I get checked out a lot (though I probably do), I mean regular as in at 8:00 am weekdays while I'm waiting for my bus. Almost without fail each morning I can expect to be checked out by the driver of a scooter turning the corner where I catch my bus. And it is obvious, the scooter is going turning left, I'm on the right side, yet the drivers eyes are clearly turned right, checking me out for a good few seconds while the scooter scoots(?) by. Now I have to admit to being a bit flattered by the whole thing, just as I always am when I'm checked out, it's a natural reaction to knowing that you are desired. But really, day after day, I'm starting to feel like a lingerie model on a highway billboard, constantly stared at by the morning commuters. And anyway what am I to do about it? Maybe I could smile back, or maybe even flag the scooter down, or maybe I could make a sign...I guess I could do any or all of these, but I won't, after all the driver of the scooter is a guy.

I have no issues with being checked out by a guy, I know it's not the first time and it won't be the last. But I just have to chuckle each morning after he passes by and has checked me out, it's just kind of funny how routine it is now. Anyway at the very least I'm starting to realize more and more what women have to put up with when dealing with men, gay or straight, it would seem that in terms of desires a man will always act the same way.

3 Comments:

Blogger taleanski said...

*LOL*
have to say, its kinda funny.. n cool.. being checked out by a same-sex person!
relax! maybe u should start talkin to him... and ask why he's lookin at you. then u dont have to wonder why he stares at you all the time!?

8:47 a.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ummm. I always stare at people waiting at bus stops. No reason, it is just something else to look at other than the usual sign, street light, car in front of you. and usually I wander, where are they going, why are they taking the bus and not driving them selves? If I stopped and offered them a ride in the same direction would it be weird? but usually all of this is going through my head and I stare at them and keep driving. so.... nothing, really. just sharing my rhought process, I know it is a bit off.

2:55 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"why are they taking the bus and not driving them selves?"

wow.

10:10 p.m.

 

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