The look he/she gave me, (and what it might mean?)

Point your Bucket List in a reasonable direction.
You should have done most of it in your 20's /
30's/ 40's/ 50's. If ya notice you start to bruise
easily just live with it and forget Full Contact
Karate !
 

The Lady goes into Dr. Lil Johnnys office for a checkup.​

As she takes off her blouse, and Dr. Lill Johnny notices a red 'H' on her chest.
"How did you get that mark on your chest?" asks Lil Johnny.
"Oh, my boyfriend went to Harvard and he's so proud of it he
never takes off his Harvard sweatshirt, even when we make love," she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup.
As she takes off her blouse, he notices a blue 'Y' on her chest.
"How did you get that mark on your chest?" Dr. Lil Johnny asks.
"Oh, my boyfriend went to Yale and he's so proud of it that
he never takes off his Yale sweatshirt, even when we make love,"
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup.
As she takes off her blouse, Dr. lil Johnny notices a green 'M' on her chest.
"Do you have a boyfriend at Michigan?"
"No, but I have a girlfriend at Wisconsin, Why do you ask?" :ROFLMAO:
 
On a more serious note there is this:
https://shura.shu.ac.uk/21093/1/Lin-NotAGoodLook(AM).pdf

“Not a good look”: Impossible dilemmas for young women negotiating the culture of intoxication in the UK.
Quote:
"This paper investigates young women’s alcohol consumption in the UK within a widespread culture of intoxication in relation to recent debates about post-feminism and contemporary femininity. Young women are faced with an ‘impossible dilemma’, arising from being called on to drink excessively and to adopt a hyper-sexual form of heterosexual femininity. Drawing on a recent interview study with 24 young white working-class and middle-class women in the South-West of England, we explore how young women inhabit the dilemmas of contemporary femininity in youth drinking cultures, striving to achieve the ‘right’ form of hyper-sexual femininity and an ‘optimum’ level of drunkenness."
 
The LEO is patrolling a local parking spot overlook of a River Valley.
He drives by a car and sees a couple inside with the dome light on.
So; The LEO turns on his lights and pulls up to their car.
There is a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and
a young lady in the back seat knitting.
He walks up to the driver's window and says, "Your Drivers License please.
The young man quickly hands the LEO the Drivers License.
"Lil Johnny, What are you doing?" the policeman asks.
"I'm reading a magazine Officer."
Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asks,
"And what is she doing?"
Lil Johnny looks over to the back seat and replies,
She's knitting a Blanket."
"And how old are you?" the officer then asks Lil Johnny.
Lil Johnny says, "I'm nineteen,"
"And how old is she?" asks the officer.
Well; Lil Johnny thinks quick, looks at his watch and says,
" in about twelve minutes she'll be eighteen."
 
A BLONDS DILEMMA

I'm left watching as everyone else around me seems to have it figured out. With each passing year, it gets harder and harder, lonelier and lonelier. I must be doing something wrong. There must be some fundamental part of me that IS wrong because everyone else is having sex. Animals do it. Most of the population does it. Hell, the kids I used to babysit are closer to having sex than I am at this point. What is it about me that is so unappealing to the opposite sex? Surely, there are plenty of people who are more insecure than me, shyer than me, and weigh more/less than me that are having sex. With each passing year, I stack more and more things on that list of what I must be doing wrong. And it must be me, right? After so many years, I can't tell anymore if my insecurities and uncertainties are a direct result of being a virgin or vice-versa. They're all so tangled I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. But having gone my entire adult life without someone wanting me? Desiring me? Needing me? It's damn near paralyzing some days.
Why should it be so difficult for a 32 year old Virgin? Why all the insecurity and frustration of loneliness? I don't lay there at night thinking why can't I get fulfilling sex, a great relationship with him and a marriage / family + future. What's wrong with me?
 
papa tiger said:
Why should it be so difficult for a 32 year old Virgin? Why all the insecurity and frustration of loneliness? I don't lay there at night thinking why can't I get fulfilling sex, a great relationship with him and a marriage / family + future. What's wrong with me?
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Wait a minute
Is this you?
Are you saying you are 32 years old?
 
Yes, the eyes can speak, but so can other parts of the body. I typically glance at the feet and see in what direction they are pointing. If I am standing in a group and someone is talking to us, I notice where their feet are pointing and who they are facing. They will make eye contact with the person they are interested in, face them, and have their feet pointed toward them. That's the most important person to them in the room at that time. Check it out next time you are in a social situation. Just be careful you don't trip over anyone's feet in the process.
 
Tish said:
I'm not too bad at reading body language, but I rely on my senses more, I can usually get a sense if someone is spinning a yarn or what-have-you.
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Same here. I also tend to let the person continue to finish the tale without allowing them to see my inner thoughts. It can be quite amusing to hold back. Then silkily reply nicely to whatever they are selling you, let them know you aren't gullible.

I do enjoy the direct eye to eye contact, though. The connection is stronger, whether truth or folly.
 
First looks and impressions are important, I do my best but am probably not always good at it. If someone looks friendly I immediately like them, if not I don't. Time can change my mind but it takes a bit. Wish I was better at reading body language...
papa tiger said:
What's wrong with me?
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Hard to say from the limited details in your post. Maybe nothing but a bit shy?

The others are right about age, I think we are supposed to be 50+, not that it matters much to me.
 
Ok, you're out shopping at the Grocery and you are OK wid that. The Blond, Ok, she good, slim, tallish and good boobs keeps showing up around you. After about 6 times her husband walks up near here and you of course give them the Aisle to cross in front. Was she coming onto you because he's driving her nuts? They didn't have a shopping cart. You know the "have we met before" at a bar & so you buy her a drink.
 
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