Be a Gentleman, Even on Metro

Thank you to this woman who reminds us guys to be mindful of where our eyes stray. It’s the time of year for spaghetti-strap things and midriff-exposing things, so fellas, I beg you on behalf of the women out there who are just trying to get from here to there: Quit gawking. Be a gentleman for crying out loud.

Inspired by this Craigslist MC:

Eyes up here, buddy – w4m – 28

You: Tall, lanky guy listening to iPod, staring at my breasts with a dazed look on your face.
Me: Slightly offended, slightly flattered.
Did we have a missed connection or were you the only one getting off on the red line?

Yes, I admit it. I love reading the missed connections. The thought of loves that may have been is a sad one, but the hope expressed in this part of CL is very inspiring. And now and then there is a moral story going on in the middle of it all, like this.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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