I’ve been asked to link Real Joe to a men-oriented web site and while perusing it, I stumbled on an article written by a woman about her approach to ogling men.
It occurred to me this morning that in the two days since I read it, I’ve been seduced by her message and have somewhat subconsciously been adjusting my mannerisms.
“Shoulders are the foundation for the character of a man. Slumped shoulders, like those of an adolescent being reprimanded by the school principal, tell me the guy probably has no clue how to tie his own shoes, which means I get to play his mom — no thanks.”
MY BRAIN: Dang, I have a bit of bowed back so I better work on this. : Ok, man, stand up straighter. Keep an eye out for babes.
“…eyes are what hold the power and my attention… I want enough information to invite my curiosity but still leave much to the imagination… I am especially drawn towards a man who trusts his eyes enough to gaze upon me…Sometimes, when I’m feeling very brazen or wearing something I know is naughty, I’ll look right at a guy. If he averts his gaze, then I forget him. If he returns my glance with a long one of his own, I’m putty.”
MY BRAIN: Putty? Sheeeeit, I gotta get better at my ability to return a glance. : Ok, try to make eye contact and hold it longer than usual.
It’s amazing to me how this stuff can ease its way into my head and then affect my behavior without my even noticing it.
I subscribed to Men’s Health and Men’s Journal magazines recently and they’re full of stuff that can influence me in this way. My sons get these mags, too, along with the more blatantly sexist ones like Maxim, FHM and Playboy. I wonder how much they’ve inherited their father’s vulnerabilities and insecurities and if this stuff eases its way into their heads, too.