Men…They are – and this is said in a very non-sexist way – soooo predictable. I have come to the conclusion they are generally all the same. The other day, I went to the hardware shop where I get oil paint at a pretty good price, wearing a very plain, bland, white mommy dress. I must just add, that there is something about wearing white, that makes you feel almost virgin-like, angelic and innocent, which I do like to pretend I am (my mom would be sooo proud ) So this guy comes over and asks if he can “assist” me with the paint and so on, I kindly said “no thanks”. Total waste of breath as he stood stuck on the spot leaving me with a feeling of stepping in warm, baked in the sun, irritating gum on the pavement that you just cannot get of your shoe. During the process of giving me oh –so-much guidance, he kept on sneaking a peak at my boobs… and really there is just not enough to even look at. All I was thinking was…”thank goodness for your help, how would I have ever managed to carry all three tubes of paint all the way to the counter” it would have most definitely killed me. So I made a very annoyed, quick exit, cutting my shopping spree short. Leaving and feeling very irritable at the bloke. I came to the conclusion…next time when he approaches to help, I’ll simply tell him that he must just take a look at my boobs and go on his merry way so that I can have some peace and shop…. And you know, what is truly sad is that we as women can’t even get revenge and mindlessly stare at a man’s crotch or something… because they will with no doubt NOT feel embarrassed or irritated or have a “just look at my face” feeling…oh no..They will most probably feel soooo flattered and give you that very “o-la-la I’m so sexy aren’t I” look… idiots, you know who you are!