I told him that one guy had stood out to me, that he was professional, polished and very polite.
Our excutive went ahead and hired that man.
Today that man openly oggled my boobs.
Damn it.
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4 Comments:
Grrrrrr.
wait, since when did oggling boobs become a bad thing?
i on occasion can not help but look at the boobage. and i'm sure some tops i've worn have given FAR too much vantage for my girls to be oggled.
but either way. politeness and booboggling can coexist. imho.
I agree, WendyKat. I wouldn't have worn this dress if I didn't want anybody looking.
But there is a difference, you know? This didn't feel appreciative and flattering.
yea. i know. there's blushable oogling and then there's uber-skeevy-get-to-close-to-me-to-say-hello oogling. our fedex delivery guy does the skeevy version. while conversely the ups guy is super sweet and calls me "doll" and "hun".
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