We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Hahahaha... we spend a lifetime perfecting that skill. As to your question Dr. Bliss, not impossible, but why would you ever want to do such a thing, not look. It's a primal necessity after all, very much hardwired. It's only the thin veneer of civilization that causes us the discomfort when we get caught doing so. And further, yes, I think we are all sex addicts, whether we admit that to ourselves another question entirely.
I'd be flattered if women were checking my crotch, but I've never noticed it....perhaps it does happen?
On the other hand, I hardly ever check out boobs and legs. Well...maybe legs. But it's not an obsession. If I'm engaged in conversation or activity, I rarely pay attention. But once that's done, I'm all eyes.
Never in life have I checked out a guy's crotch. It has never even entered my mind to do so. If I check out anything, it's his teeth.
This just made me remember some guy I worked for in high school. He was very short and he could not NOT look at our boobs when we had to talk with him. All of us girls used to laugh and make jokes about wishing we could make our boobs move dramatically up or down to scare him, but for sure, it was totally gross and would have been disturbing had he been anything but a cheap pantywaist.
Ok. Ok. Ok. I'll be open and honest with the readers. In another time, when I looked at a young hunk (anything male). I would asses his potential as a future partner. A part of that assessment included closing my eyes and trying to imagine what it would feel like to hold on to those abs! To wrap my hands/arms around that waist (and, quietly reaching down to assess the but). Yeah--I was not crude--but, I was thinking things through!