:appl:Not Garden-scale, though.
Well played.Yeah, VT's cucumber will never be big enough to make the G. It's barely big enough for his HOs.
Sometimes. Sometimes not.if my eyes were to accidentally flick away for just a moment within the first ten seconds of meeting you, do you notice?
Absolutely. 'icky guy' has almost a ... smell to it. Like desperation does, yanno?Also, is there such a thing as Ick Radar? Can you telepathically sense when there is ogling going on, especially whenI'm...uh...I mean someone else is wearing sunglasses?
Like after a lunchtime bike ride?Sometimes. Sometimes not.
Absolutely. 'icky guy' has almost a ... smell to it. Like desperation does, yanno?
ETA: there is a difference between 'icky ogling' and 'checking out'. Checking out can be done with some dignity, and sometimes it's an ego-booster. The icky stuff ... ew. I'm not calling you an icky guy!
I SO notice. In fact, the other day I caught a co-worker looking at my fun bags. Unless I'm actively looking elsewhere, I'm going to notice.Here's my question for the Ask The Girls:
One day, I went for a bike ride at lunch while wearing the appropriate cycling related apparel, otherwise known as bike shorts. On my entry back into the building, I was very clearly eye-groped by the female security guard. I mean, I was looking at her, and she was looking at me, and then she was not looking at my eyes anymore.
So, I'm not saying I've ever done anything even remotely similar, but just strictly hypothetically speaking, since you ladies might have more experience, if my eyes were to accidentally flick away for just a moment within the first ten seconds of meeting you, do you notice?
Also, is there such a thing as Ick Radar? Can you telepathically sense when there is ogling going on, especially whenI'm...uh...I mean someone else is wearing sunglasses?
Yeah, by not smacking the oldtimer, he probably figured you were into it and inspector guy was c-blocking him.I had a construction job one time and the old man owner happened to come by the construction trailer where I was working on some quantities or something. He reached around from behind me and squeezed my ****. I was totally shocked! Needless to say, after that I always arranged for someone else to be there with me when he was coming by. The job had a 'government inspector' who was obliging enough to eat lunch there with me when the old man was going to be around. I remember one time the old man getting visibly angry to find the inspector there. Heh.
Just relish in the fact that he's dead now.I think old dude was used to it being 'acceptable' to paw at young girls - he must have been 70 at the time (it was 1978).
That's a freaky thought. :blink:He could be 100 somewhere, pawing at nursing home staff
got to be male...some are so uncomfortable I don't think a woman would have ever let it leave the design tableSo do men or women design brassiers?
Never. I never tell TMI stuff. :blush:If there's a Fudgey story coming, give us some warning first.
There's all different kinds - all bras aren't underwire. Some have molded cups etc. Price has a lot to do with it - cheaper bras, of course, don't support as well.Why not use an injection-molded form in lieu of a piece of steel wire? I think such an idea should be called die ueber buestenhalten.
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