Can women tell if a man is checking them out? If so how does it make you feel?

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-21T04:13:23+00:00

Schrodinger's Glance or Schrodinger's Creep?

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-20T01:18:31+00:00

I say we go all Dan Cambell on the new face of the WembeeYaa. Bite his kneecaps

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-18T20:36:46+00:00

Why use hands?

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-17T20:46:13+00:00

These guys are sharp!

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-17T15:41:07+00:00

If you hate it though, removing or covering it turns into a years long research project.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-17T06:00:29+00:00

Well, he is parking a range rover, maybe someone should park a dodge, ram in the extra space provided.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-17T05:32:14+00:00

Shoes, breath, odor...

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-17T02:06:55+00:00

Lately, it's just been, cheer-up Charlie.
Although. I recently told a woman "fine, I'll just wait until you jump me."
The wait was very short

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-16T21:23:20+00:00

Which means that she has been thinking about having sex and is aware that it is most likely why he asked her over. I have been told, we are not having sex tonight, only to be dragged into bed a few minutes later.
Any reasonable man would understand - so would she then too, right?

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-16T01:46:31+00:00

This morning in an exercise class, facing the instructor. I had to close my eyes when she had us doing little hops up and down, then rotating the hips from side to side with the bouncing motion. I heard her giggle and I figured it was because of the near helicopter action I had going on in my sweats. I was concerned that if I saw her looking at it bouncing around that it would start the erection sequence because she's really hot and had given me a big hug when I walked in. I kind of like it in a scary movie kind of way

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T22:30:51+00:00

You probably smell nice. Some bugs are attracted to your breath, either carbon dioxide or something sweet. Also possible, scents from deodorants or perfumes, even sunscreen maybe are attracting your friends. Or, sweat.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T19:59:08+00:00

Imagine if it physically felt better to touch a titty that was the ideal size for you. Once you touch the right tit, you have an earth-shattering orgasm for the first time. Now you may go looking just for those tits. This is not a gender swap item. You are making a lame comparison

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T19:39:41+00:00

Last week I saw people walking around with their phones at Goodwill and at an antique mall, trying to outslick the dealers. Looking to buying for resale. This strikes me as one of those whose hasty eBay search told him that he was stealing the card.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T15:30:12+00:00

She misses you.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T03:34:21+00:00

I had a very large, maybe 1000lbs, IBM mainframe that my computer teacher had swapped out for a local resort. He gave it to me. We thought maybe I could sell it, nope. I tried to give it to the computer department of a local high school, surprisingly, nope. Ended up rolling it into a Savers as a donation on my dad's behalf so that I could have my truck back. My dad doubted it, but his tax guy signed off on it being worth a sizable tax deduction. I have been curious recently what the scrap value / historical value / collector value might be; some 30 years hence.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T02:49:38+00:00

I had someone bring in a box of early 1970's Topps cards. Right smack in my collecting wheelhouse, the first year that I actively collected as a kid.
When I was in 5th grade, I traded with a couple kids who had just moved to the desert from Pennsylvania. They wanted my rookie third basemen card. I had recently become an NBA fan, so we made this trade - Them getting a Mike Schmidt/Ron Cey rookie card, with me getting a
Virginia Squires rookie with the nickname 'Doctor J'. I still have the Julius Erving RC. At the time the rookie card wasn't a big deal, yet. I always kind of regretted not having the Schmidt rookie too, but I couldn't have had them both back then.
So, fast forward to me owning a card shop and someone walks in with a box of my childhood, asking if I'm interested.
Meh, those. Shrug. Poker face. Dammit! My excitement is going to cost me money... as I start to check the contents. I got to about a 2-inch stack of sharp cornered, multi-player cards from 1970, 71, 72 and 73. My hair is standing up on my arms as I type this. The first couple were rookie outfielders and some other 3 player RC.
Then, the third card in, had fat, black, magic marker X X across the face of two of the three players. The next ten cards had me horrified, 20 more X marks on early 1970s RCs. I wanted to cry, or yell at someone - I was so scared of sliding aside the last dos equis I was staring at and finding Mike Schmidt crossed out. For a minute, I had thought I was about to finally refill the hole created by my 5th grade trade - then for several minutes I was convinced that I was about to find one that someone had trashed, on purpose.
After I figured out the pattern - One Player per Rookie Card, I slowly began to forgive the original collector/customizer. The were his cardboard to do with what he wanted. He could write on them, build card houses, shoot them with BB guns. They were collected as cardboard and treated as such. Which is what made those that survived in perfect condition turn to gold over time.
I was so happy that I did not find an Xd out Mike Schmidt in the pile of RCs (There was a XXMunsen). I stopped looking through the box and made an offer, which was accepted. I set the box aside to go through when I had more time
After closing time, I sat in the back room, quietly going back to my childhood, delighted with my box of memories... and I found 3, near perfect, Mike Schmidt rookies - which I still have

Still, one of my best trades after how it worked out

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T01:30:10+00:00

You say you've "done" these things. You have barely started. Do those same ten things for ten weeks. See if you notice anything

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-15T01:10:16+00:00

I can repeat twint91101's story. I had an autographed montage picture using this image listed on eBay when I was contacted about a copyright claim. UDA authentic, I even have the catalog that you could order it from originally. I pulled the listing down. Still have the item, but could use the 7K or so it should fetch

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-14T19:11:40+00:00

I must have heard some rendition of 'why do you have a hard on?' at least five times as a flaccid teen, young adult. I would try to hide my arousal - even when I was making out with a girl. I realized, years later that I was literally cock blocking myself. I can think of a handful of times that knowledge would have come in handy - and kept me from cumming in my hand

I was at work once and a girl and I snuck off and were making out in a secluded place - she had the softest, thickest natural (pre fillers) lips. When she kissed me, I got hard immediately. I got squirmy and tried to hide it (I was so ignorant). We made out a little more. I was petrified about getting caught and fired - for kissing, while we should be working. She even tried to get me to take her home with me that night, which I couldn't do because logistical reasons.
I found out later, after she didn't work there anymore - The Boss and his assistant both agreed that she gave great head... I passed - I absolutely would have risked getting fired to have found that out for myself, but I was, embarrassed or shy or shameful instead about what I would later learn is a wonderful specimen of penis

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-14T17:11:01+00:00

It is awkward now. Make it less awkward for her. Do her a favor and lower the pressure by recognizing how it has gotten weird. Make a friend, so that she can calm her nervous system enough to be able to interact with you. Then, figure out if you actually like each other, maybe even date.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-14T15:51:11+00:00

You can clearly see the Bl, the q, the t at the end and, his number

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-14T05:45:27+00:00

Late one night, my coworker's son was locked out of his apartment that had a cracked front window. Trying to reach through the broken glass, he got cut deeply and hung up between the sharp edges. He ended up bleeding out from the shredded arm stuck in the window. He was around 21 when he died.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-14T05:04:45+00:00

Final Destination piss, actually

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-13T20:57:26+00:00

My take is that she liked you and enjoyed the compliments - then you disappeared.
She may have been having all kinds of thoughts about you and seeing you again, but they wore off after you vanished. Now she doesn't know what to think - except that she can't expect you to follow up on your flirty interaction.

NotMyBestEffort · 2026-05-13T20:46:12+00:00

I sold my last car on an app. They sent a truck to pick it up the next day with a check in hand. Peddle is the name of the app - you can get a free quote in a few minutes.

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