People Keep Staring At My Chest
I think I know how it feels to be female today.
I wear my geek shirts with pride - I have one that says 'Geek', one that says 'I'm blogging this', and as of Monday I now have this one that says 'The first rule of Computer Club: You do not talk about Computer Club', and I'm wearing today.
With my other two the occasional person would read it, and sometimes smile.
Today, a hell of a lot of people are staring at my chest and smiling, often pointing it out to friends who then stare at my chest too. I guess many more people understand this one.
It's been an interesting experience. I've haven't felt this self-conscious of what I'm wearing since I was a teenager. I wish that I had something better to show everyone than a set of man boobs :)
For all that though, I don't think it's done me any harm. I certainly haven't learned my lesson - its' a warm day and there's not a baggy jumper or overcoat in sight. I've certainly been checking other people's out too. I've been keeping a tally too - so far the women's chests are extremely more interesting than the men's.
Oh, Jordie, if you're reading this...uh...just joking? :)