When I was in graduate school, one of the professors would always stare at my chest. I dressed in loose clothing when I knew he would be around to minimize the distraction. I think if I had worn a different bra, he wouldn’t have recognized me. Years later, I’ve become accustomed to thinking (if not saying) “my eyes are up here”. Any woman who has ever experienced this knows exactly how uncomfortable it feels.
The other day when Stephen was getting ready for work, he put on a belt that had significant wear. The part of the belt that slipped through the buckle was gray, instead of black. When he refused to change, I told Stephen if people stared at his belt, he should point to his eyes and say “hey – I’m up here”. In response, he proudly pushed his pelvis forward, pointed below his belt and said “hey – I’m down here”.
That’s the difference between men and women.
May the farce be with you!