Stealing a sneaky peek
I never realised how hard it was to be a woman – till now.
My friend ‘Shaz’ texted me recently, alerting me to the perils of belonging to the fairer gender.
“Why dont u do a blog bout how guys check out girls…the sly and not so sly! Then the f..kn leery!”
I think she’d had a dodgy experience at some downtown bar. Probably some inebriated Neanderthal with a wandering eye and inappropriate wayward hand.
I don’t think I fall into his camp. But like most men, I can’t claim to be pure as the driven snow either.
The cheeky perv: it’s an age-old ritual, predicated on base physical instincts and the lure of gorgeous eye candy. Whether it be a sneaky peeky from behind the anonymity of wrap around sunnies, the high street “sly dog” from a fella walking hand-in-hand with his missus, or the outrageously overt construction site workers’ jeering ogle, we’ve all been guilty in some shape or form.