Where do you look when you speak to a lady? (Lady = me)
You look in her eyes, not look too intently (unless you have
specific intensions) but specially, especially NOT HER BOOBS. For the simple
fact that the tits DO NOT SPEAK, or for that matter they don’t even listen to
what you are saying ( and when you are boring the shit out of me even I am not
listening to you).
This well dressed, very annoying friend (though have to
really consider calling him that again) sat across me as we met after 2 years.
I expected pleasantries, but he was the businessman who came in with three
proposals to give my sagging career a welcome break. Not that I need it (not
that the career is not thanda but ‘coz I decide the pace) but I appreciate that
he considered me for that particular bore-karo-session.
And then he started
talking. My boobs suddenly seemed like the North Pole and his eyes the arrow of
the compass that kept pointing to them.
I ignored it (I am attractive enough to understand that =P)
Then I waved my hand (I wanted to subtly tell him that I am
noticing)
Then I asked him to talk to ME.
Still he kept doing it, I rushed through the dinner and
finished the early dinner earlier than intended.
I have a lot of guy friends
and no one does that, or maybe they are too subtle ( or maybe they consider me
a dude =|) it is not exactly such a wrong thing to do, I mean you look at my
eyes, you look at my boobs, what is the big difference right? But you won’t eat
with your nose or breathe with your palms right? So when you are talking to me
use the right body parts, when you are perv-ing use the right ones.
The other problem was, I realized that even when he was
addressing the boobs, he was making perfect sense, like he was looking at
another wall. Come on. Really? If you are looking at something that is so
attractive that you are getting distracted, get distracted sahi se.
This made me realize three things:
One that my face is
not half as attractive as my boobs (which were not even highlighted I mean I
was wearing a very loose kurta style shirt) and the second that the boobs were
not even attractive enough for him to mince words.
(neither of the above make
sense coz I have very pretty eyes and I can get people to vouch for it, no
really) (and no, am not going to justify the second observation. =|)
The third was this was the fact that this is not making me
uncomfortable but confusing me so there should be something fundamentally wrong with me.
…
In short I had a not too interesting Saturday evening.
Bah.
And all you guys reading this : BOOBS DON’T TALK.
