As his name implies, the Guy Who Stares At Women's Asses Too Long stares at women's asses too long.

Aggressive Cameltoe Girl was in the bar a few days ago. Yes, the cameltoe was aggressive: tight yellow jeans this time. When she sits at the bar she sits like a girl riding on the rear of a motorcycle: legs splayed apart, knees bent, back arched and forward. I don't know if she has ever gone for a ride on the back of a motorcycle, but I bet she has, at some point: she just seems like the kind of girl who would've once had a boyfriend who rode a motorcycle.

This way of sitting is ideal for the Guy Who Stares At Women's Asses Too Long. If you happen to look in his direction and follow his line of sight, your eyes will inevitably be directed to the ass of a woman. A lot of these asses belong to college girls. A lot of the men at the bar check out the asses of the college girls: the asses of the college girls can be a wonderful thing. The key is -- if you are a man checking out their ass -- you check out their ass briefly, then stop looking. Maybe stare at the television again, say.

As his name implies, the Guy Who Stares At Women's Asses Too Long stares at women's asses too long: if the women with the ass in question is with friends, one of those friends will follow his line of sight, and her eyes will inevitably be directed to the ass of her friend. She will then look at him the way women do when they encounter a particularly creepy guy, and there will be whispers amongst their group. I imagine the whispers are them assessing the situation, and confirming that, yes, he is indeed creepy. But not particularly threatening: just creepy. The looks on their faces is distaste, not apprehension or fear.

Then there are the creepy guys who instill apprehension or fear; they are their own breed. Some ride motorcycles. Indeed, Aggressive Cameltoe Girl may have ridden with one of them in the past: she just seems like she has had that kind of past. But that is for another time.

There are more than a few men at the bar who become creepy -- the not particularly threatening kind -- when women are concerned. These men are broken when it comes to women: women are an Other that mesmerizes and confuses them. Of course, women mesmerize and confuse a lot of men, but most men can still interact with them and accept -- even appreciate -- the Mystery: the broken men are mesmerized and confused on a fundamental level, a level that prohibits any chance of them actually being with one.

Anyway, I have seen the Guy Who Stares At Women's Asses Too Long stare too long at the ass of Aggressive Cameltoe Girl, riding her bar stool like it was the back of a motorcycle. Of course, I am relatively sure Aggressive Cameltoe Girl doesn't worry about this: when you wear pants tight enough for Aggressive Cameltoe I suspect you know men will be checking out your ass, and that some of those men will be broken. Maybe that is the point; maybe not. Mystery.
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