I am obsessed with people watching. It’s an illness; I’m sure of it. I love to predict what people (who fit into my mental stereotype categories) will do. Very seldom am I wrong, it’s a gift or maybe we are a lot more alike than we let on. That’s probably why so many people go so far out of their way to be originally different when all
they are really doing is pitifully conforming to what they think is interesting. FYI that’s not being original it’s being fake!!
You guys and your sly peripheral glances. The girl you are checking out didn’t see you, but I sure did. It’s so funny, all of you men are so predictable.
It is surprising how different my opinion of what is beautiful in a
woman compares to what a man thinks is beautiful in a woman. I have
seen girls walk by — that are so worth a look — get overlooked in
favor of the average looking girl with humongous boobs. Why? Just
because a girl doesn’t have gigantic knockers she somehow isn’t worth
that half second glance? It’s so weird to me. I have seen it over and
over. The ugly girl with saggy fibrous breasts always gets the guy.
If I try to think like a guy all I can come up with is girls with big
boobs are the worldwide pin-up mascot for everything adult
entertainment, and by being a large-breasted girl you are unavoidably
stereotyped to be porno-compatible? I’m not a guy so I’m sure that
isn’t accurate. The number of guys that I have seen get whiplash from
following a pair of double D’s has been very educational. My big booby
theory is no longer a theory, it is a fact. All of my mental stereotype categories for men fit into the big-booby lookout program. All guys are under the spell and visually drawn to the mountainous glands of fatty flesh.