When you meet people do you ever imagine what they would look like naked or what they are like sexually? How would you feel if you knew someone were musing about you in this way?
Oh hell yes. Doesn’t everyone? Of course when I meet a man who I find attractive the first place my mind wanders to is below the belt. I can’t help it. I swear I’m not a size queen, but c’mon. It does matter. I won’t go into that yet again though. My sister admits to her mind going below the belt as well, but hers heads toward their wallets. LOL
If I knew someone was musing about me in that way I would be flattered as long as they aren’t a rapist or anything. I catch Manwhore doing it all the time. Last week when the new sous-chef at work was asking me out to dinner, I caught her staring at my cleavage several times. I wasn’t upset by that. I was flattered. If a young butch girl likes what she sees, then why should I have a problem with that? Muse on my dear friends, muse on. 😉