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| I dress down in the hope that it will discourage them but it seldom works. |
As I read the story on American Perspective (linked below), my eyes began to tear because I’ve had the same problem in my life.
(LINK to American Perspective) “33-year-old Laura Fernee blames her good looks for a host of problems in her life, including her unemployment. Fernee says she was forced to quit her job after being constantly harassed by male co-workers and dealing with female co-workers who were jealous of her beauty. Now, Fernee lives in an apartment paid for by her parents and hasn’t held a job in two years. But she is also claiming it’s simply not her fault.”
I understand what she’s going through. Women tend to objectify me too, and it’s always clear that they only want one thing from me. Sure, the flowers and the invitations to lunch from female co-workers are flattering — at first. Then as they come to know me better there are:
- The invitations to ice hockey games, and who can resist box seats at mid-ice? But it doesn’t stop there. She buys you shots of tequila and then offers to drive you home…
- Scuba diving vacations at Grand Caymen. Sure, she suggests at first that there will be two rooms but when you show up there with her, you find that only one was booked and there’s not even a fold-out bed.
- I like a good char-broiled steak as much as any guy and and when the invitation comes for surf and turf it sounds like everybody has been invited. Whey you arrive, there’s plenty of parking in front of her bay-side home and the steak is being cooked on her yacht during an evening cruise. It’s obvious that she doesn’t only have cruising on her mind.
- Presents usually include speedos or Euro-style swim suits. (always designed to maximize the view of the package)
- You sit down at an office party and the women strike like peregrine falcons. “What’s your sign, you stud?” “Have you ever tried to cut diamonds – for real?” “I don’t think that I’d get any splinters from that piece of wood!”
Trust me, the next morning you feel vacant, used and diminished.
Women talk. Have you guys ever noticed that? Except when you walk up to them. Watch how fast their code of silence is invoked and you’re left with the sly glances and not so subtle snickers as they undress you with their eyes. There have been times when I even felt as though I was being traded between women at work as if I was a commodity (a piece of meat). But I’m a human being with human feelings.
I feel better having discussed this problem that I have in a public forum around affirming and loving friends who can relate to my pain. It’s humiliating for women to ask me if the flash light is on “high beam”.
It's obviously such a burden . . . . 🙂
I feel your pain, Buddy. If I had a nickle for every time I had to say, "Hey… my eyes are up here, Missy!"
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I completely understand, for I also find you very sexy and attractive.
In Laura's case, advice included wearing baggy pants suits and less makeup. But this type of dressing down will only serve to make you MORE attractive. Such a conundrum!
Gee, I've never had that problem.
eiaftinfo – I share this burden with guys like you. You know how tough it is for incredibly attractive men to simply get through the day.
You have to call them on it, or they keep at it.
Now THAT is disconcerting.
I've tried not brushing my teeth or washing my hair, but it apparently only increases the "animal magnetism".
That's not what Muriel told me…
This deleted comment was likely a comment about how Odie had the same problem…but he's too modest to discuss it on-line.
I misplaced the "I" in the original post … you sexy dude you.
An anonymous (for Internet purposes) lady texted me and asked if I could be "bought" for a couple pina coladas poolside.
What sort of cheap WHORE do you think that I am?
Single malt scotch might work better. Something over 20 years old — note that it should also be someONE older than the Scotch.
;^)
Every time I've gotten that 'look', I end up checking my teeth for crud, for stains on my shirt, and/or my fly to see if I left it open.
ROTFLMAO! 🙂
If you zip up your fly, you may be passing on a golden opportunity…
It's a curse.
Sometimes I bring the Mrs to work, meet the ladies in the office, etc. They always look so jealous…or is that empathy? Whatever.
The women simply use that as an opportunity to size up the competition.
As a Kept Man, I understand you completely. My sense of self worth is in the dumps because I too am a victim.
You're the poster child for all of us. She-Who-Must-be-Obeyed snaps her fingers and you're expected to 'perform' — or to engage in manual labor on your boat fit for only an engine coolie. You're not a snipe, man. You're an airdale…
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