what's with us? im mean im not gonna say im special 'cause i dont stare at girls' asses and tits, 'cause that's definitely not the case. excuse my french in that last sentence by the way, but im never one (when spontaneously blogging) to use the words "boobies", "glutes", or "love canal"...im just being real with you here. i just find it hilarious to see other guys staring.
at least when i stare, i try and be as covert as i possibly can. im like a ninja or sniper in a forest with mud and leaves covering any hint of my presence. there's a definite line between oogling and admiring from a distance.

take my job for instance. i work retail in a pretty decent store. sometimes, women want my opinion and i give them that opinion - honestly and respectfully. eventhough sometimes, asses are out there in the open and eventhough some customers think that a fitting room is the garden of eden here where everyone can prance around with aureolas liberated and cracks and crevices deeper than the grand canyon, i try my very best, yes, my very damn best to keep a serious and straight face. this not only reflects my upbringing, but also prevents me from making some retarded remark that'll surely land my ass in the slammer in addition to a spiked heeled mule-kick to the scrotum sack.

on the other hand, when there's downtime, i find myself just staring into the mall hallway as fine looking females pass by; hell naw, that doesnt make me a perv, because again, i ain't oogling. rather, i'm just looking over the menu and checking out the specials. here comes the funny part, whenever i see what i feel is worthy of visual attention from the deep carnal desires & loins of a hot blooded young man (such as me), i also take it upon myself to look around for other guys who might be sharing this same interest. today was the best, and even a fellow co-worker caught this. we saw some young girl, probably 18 or 19 dressed pretty provocatively; the camera's lens, basically the perspective of my eyes and my fellow male coworker's eyes were then cued to the face of some hum-drum stranger in the mall with his two young kids. i swear to you this guy's face was priceless! i couldnt really put a label on what you call that face, as he pratically burned a hole through that young girl's pants; my coworker did however...it's called the "neanderthal". something like this...


"[grunt]..rock..[grunt]..rock. hard."

i mean his face was so basic; so primitive.

he was just staring at this girl.

i know sometimes, i, too, get caught staring but damn, i hope it's not on that level. for a minute there i saw his face...my vision delved deeper into his cranium and i swear to you, i saw this schematic of two gears winding, sorta like the wheels and cogs of a clock. when i looked deeper into what was in this guy's head, beyond the clockwork and beyond the springs, i saw a peanut; yes, a peanut. the peanut was unshelled, golden and unsalted.

it was all just so basic.