Sitting at an intersection the other day, I noticed it.
The heavy stare. The primitive instinct. The male bonding.
Thankfully I was not on the receiving end of it. Otherwise my face would be crimson, and I would probably trip and fall as I ran for the nearest tree to hind behind.
A beautiful woman crosses the street. Two men sitting inside a cafe at the window, stare her down simultaneously. Not sure if one tapped the other to look up, or they both had an instinctive radar for heels and long hair blowing in the wind.
I sat at the intersection staring at the men…wondering why.
Why do they do this? I know I have stared briefly at a good-looking male from time to time, but look away immediately for fear of him catching me glance at him, so I have kept my stares down to a half of a second.
These men seemed to stare for minutes…pondering something…not sure sure I care to know what…but definitely thinking about something.
It must be some strange form of flattery from men.
If they can find minutes to stare someone down like this, it must mean that this woman is something these men only dream about or just plain old lust.
For some reason, I cannot get past it feeling invasive or rude. Almost a sort of harassment.
A woman should feel confident and beautiful at all times, not as if she is taking part in creating a scene in guy’s mind of some disturbing fantasy.
I am more of a sincere flattery kind of girl.
A few months ago, my husband’s friend was chatting with us at a restaurant. He then turned to me as we were leaving, and said how he noticed that I had looked very different after losing a lot of weight, and in front of my husband, he told me how he thought I looked great.
That takes guts. That is a gentleman. He dared to be honest in front my husband and to my face. I was speechless.
Yes, I was slightly embarrassed at someone noticing my transformation, but as we talked about it about it later that night, I realized it was just so sweet.
My husband stood proudly next to me.
I stand taller now, realizing that I should be more confident.
If I was that woman the other day crossing the street, and felt the glare on me, I would shrivel.
It must truly be a primitive instinct for some men…or maybe even all men. I get it.
But if a man wants to win a woman’s heart or make her smile…or just make her day a little brighter, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, and tell her this…
“Excuse Miss. But I just wanted to let you know that you look beautiful. That your efforts to leave your home and feel confident and pretty today, have not gone unnoticed. Have a wonderful day”…I truly believe she will be taken aback at first, but then make her smile for the rest of the day as she recalls that moment…and I am pretty sure, the man will too.