I'd always thought when people were looking at my crotch it was because I bought lame clothing.
Then, after a few weeks at my new job, my manager started making comments about me:
"Hey --my name--, do you like ballet?"
"Here he comes. Look!" An office girl turns and looks at my crotch as I approach.
Another time, I was at the urinal and he actually glanced over the stall.
After all of this (and habitually focusing on buying clothing that shows less), I decided that I just don't give a fuck what others think about my bulge.
...unless it's of the female persuasion. That makes my day.
Then, after a few weeks at my new job, my manager started making comments about me:
"Hey --my name--, do you like ballet?"
"Here he comes. Look!" An office girl turns and looks at my crotch as I approach.
Another time, I was at the urinal and he actually glanced over the stall.
After all of this (and habitually focusing on buying clothing that shows less), I decided that I just don't give a fuck what others think about my bulge.
...unless it's of the female persuasion. That makes my day.