I’ve just noticed a deeply distressing double standard in my reaction to something, and I need to confess it and get it off my chest. Literally. I am a-ok with showing a little cleavage during an ordinary day. Naturally, there’s a time and place for LOTS of cleavage (see: White Party photos!), but I’m not going to live in turtlenecks all summer, so if a little top boob is visible, that’s life. They’re just breasts, after all. Half the population’s got ‘em.
But I find it hugely distracting when a guy has his shirt unbuttoned just that little extra bit during the daytime. Like, third to fourth button range. And not in a good, sexy way. More in a hilariously cheesy Harlequin romance cover way. I always feel like I should expect some Euro beats to kick in, and a disco ball to descend from on high.
Having said that, I should also admit to being totally taken with a man of my acquaintance who showed off his deep tan by wearing a half-unbuttoned white shirt. But that was on a yacht in Greece, where things like that are not only expected, but DEMANDED. Plus, he’s Australian. Men with sexy accents are held to a different standard.
I guess what I’m saying is that I prefer to be surprised by how much hair a man has on his chest later in the game, whereas I clearly have breasts, so wearing drapery over them every day isn’t going to set him up for a shock. On the other hand, perhaps it’s best to know before you accept a date whether or not you’ll be introducing him to your waxer?
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It’s almost unfair (for men or women, I’m not sure which) that when men try to look sexy, it mostly ends up looking cheesy. Even hot sexy models…when they try to look sexy on the runway, it looks ridiculous. When they don’t try, it’s much sexier. Open shirts fall into the extremely cheesy category.