There was a time that, when I saw a beautiful woman, I would have a rather un-pc reaction. I would think: She’s beautiful. Look at those breasts! She’s wearing a shirt that let me see more of them. As she’d walk by, I would look to see where she was looking. If she was ignoring my gaze, then I’d drop my eyes to see how much of her breasts she was showing.
Then I’d think, ‘have I gone far enough that I can turn around and it won’t be completely obvious to anyone who is watching? Ok, I’ll turn around now. Oh my God, her ass is swaying from side to side in that wonderful roll women have. I wish I could fuck her (or, ‘I wouldn’t kick her out of bed’). Oh why do I think that? I’ll never see her again, and I’ll never have a chance to get to know her, and even if I did, she’d never want me, anyway.
My reaction these days has changed. For some reason the thinking about getting into bed with her has gone away. Instead it’s thinking, ‘isn’t she beautiful? Let me look as much as I can without being too obvious.’ I’ll still do the checking out as much as I can, but the thoughts about sex and inadequacy are gone, for the most part. And even when I do think them, I think I could have a chance if I did try. Not that I ever would.
Funny thing. I think, for the first time in my life, I noticed a woman checking me out! I saw her eyes slide to the side as we passed, trying to track me as long as she could. That was pretty gratifying. I thought, ‘I must be looking good today. Maybe I shouldn’t comb my hair before it dries more often.’