Didn't their mothers ever teach them...?
What is it about the stare from an ugly person that offends?
The ugliness, perhaps.
Maybe the way it's so probing that it might as well be a warty hand that caresses your face.
Didn't their mothers have the decency to teach them that it is rude to stare?
People have been beaten up for staring at gangsters.
For me, a second-long stare feels like a leer from a witch-bith.
Am I so out-of-this-world good-looking that they can't keep their eyes off of me, like a delicate tiramisu tempts the greed of female gluttony?
I know that I face the same type of carnal temptations, but I'm discreet enough to only glance very flightily,partly so that I do not cause offence to the unwitting recipient of my invisible eye rays.
Admittedly, I'd easily vie for top prize in rude behaviour when I couldn't care less, and more so when I feel angered.
But I still despise being stared at.
The ugliness, perhaps.
Maybe the way it's so probing that it might as well be a warty hand that caresses your face.
Didn't their mothers have the decency to teach them that it is rude to stare?
People have been beaten up for staring at gangsters.
For me, a second-long stare feels like a leer from a witch-bith.
Am I so out-of-this-world good-looking that they can't keep their eyes off of me, like a delicate tiramisu tempts the greed of female gluttony?
I know that I face the same type of carnal temptations, but I'm discreet enough to only glance very flightily,partly so that I do not cause offence to the unwitting recipient of my invisible eye rays.
Admittedly, I'd easily vie for top prize in rude behaviour when I couldn't care less, and more so when I feel angered.
But I still despise being stared at.
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