When we were in Asheville on vacation, we stopped by a Publix to grab some provender. I was wearing one of my tighter shirts and as we were leaving the self-checkout, the checkout kiosk minder woman wished me a good day and said a few other things.

I don’t think she ever once looked at my face. She was checking me out hard. Mostly the arms, but also spent a long and longing gaze on my chest. I was joking with my partner that I needed to get one of those “my eyes are up here” t-shirts.

I was laughing about it as I walked out the door. For the average guy to become non-average and get treated how the average women gets treated some of the time, you have to work out hard for three-ish years and watch your diet pretty closely.

That’s not the reason I did it, but I do find it fun and funny when this ogling happens.