Be warned, dear gentle reader. This is one of those posts which sort of wanders from one point to another without a clear direction or even much connection and even I don’t know where it will end up.
I guess it all starts with Steve’s rather suggestive post on Bloggertropolis which was about us taking that ‘double take” or even worse, the long stare when we see a stunner in hot pants or a well chiseled set of pecs walk by (depending on your orientation). He was wondering what we look like when we are caught in the act of ogling or staring.
Somehow that post seemed to have heightened my awareness of this game of staring and being stared at. So when I went to a coffee shop yesterday afternoon to get some takeaway, I was suddenly conscious of this attractive woman staring at me. I was seated at a table waiting for my takeaway to be ready and there she was at the table across from me…..staring. Her husband was sitting directly in front of her with his back to me but she was staring straight at me. When I caught her gaze, she immediately looked away.
I was reading a newspaper but on several occasions , I looked up and caught her staring. Each time she looked hurriedly away. This only came to an end when her food arrived at the table and she buried her face in her food and never looked up again.
My immediate response was to think, “What the heck is she looking at?” So the very first thing I did was to check if my fly was undone or if I had worn my underwear on the outside. But no, everything seems to be in order. ( I actually have a recurring nightmare where I find my self at school or at work and everyone is staring at me and then I realise I didn’t wear any trousers). Safe to say, I have no pecs to speak off. So it can’t be that. Maybe she likes my beer belly. Who knows?
Moving along to a closely barely related point, kids and toddlers also tend to stare at me …… a lot. All my friends with kids notice this. Whether it is their 6 month old baby or their 4 year old toddler, they all tend to stare at me the very first time they see me. You can even see them stretching in their toddler seats to get a better view of me.
Somehow kids like me. Most kids naturally gravitate to me. For example, recently, an 8 month old who had just learned to walk, met me for the first time. First he stared at me for a good five minutes and then, unbeckoned, he left his mother and staggered over about 10 feet to where I was sitting. He then turned around, leaned against me and actually supported himself by resting his left elbow on my knee. I lifted him up and he sat quietly with me for about 15 minutes.
My wife has a theory on why kids stare at me and cuddle up to me so easily. She says that when the kids look at me, what they are really seeing is a well cushioned and comfortable La-Z-Boy recliner seat (that’s her hinting that I should go on diet).
When people stare at you? What are they staring at? Do they see a sports car, a wild stallion, an ATM machine? What do you think they see?