Stop staring at my t*ts

I had a meeting yesterday with my boss and two of our clients. Both of the clients were women wearing low cut tops.

In situations like this I find my eyes drawn to a certain area whether I find the woman attractive or not, I guess there's some evolutionary theories in there somewhere but they all sound like excuses to lech. I understand it's bad form to ogle, I know not to do it so I make sure not to look. It's a minor struggle sometimes but not beyond me, especially in the working environment.

Even outside of work I cringe when I see some guy virtually drooling at a tight pair of jeans. It's worse when the jeans are 20 something and the eyes are 50 something. Be a bit more discrete, no wonder some women consider all men to be potential rapists. So although I appreciate a good figure, I'm not about to turn primal at the drop of a hat. Not all men seem able to restrain themselves though.

Back in the meeting I'm discussing web hosting options and the like, everytime I turn to my boss for confirmation on a point or two I catch him staring at one the client's chests. We wrap the meeting up and head off for the lifts.

Once inside he says, "If only all our customers were so nice and easy to get on with."

"..and with big cleavages too," I reply.

He realises I'm trying to warn him about the ogling, "Yep, yep, that too. You know sometimes I'm accused of being a bit lecherous but it's these glasses. They're bi-focal so I have to look down a lot to focus and sometimes it looks like I'm being a dirty old man."

I couldn't help but laugh.