What gets your attention?

Boys, especially at that age, tend to notice boobs, legs, and butt WAY more than makeup.

Eh. I started paying attention to girl's makeup in my 20s. You can tell when it's well applied, and once I figured out how much effort went into it it became part of my assessment; the girls who wouldn't step foot outside without flawless application of foundation, concealer and bronzer - and that's thirty minutes a day of effort at a minimum - were living in their own heads too much. (The recent trend towards making faces look heavily made up, with huge lashes and shiny puffy lips, creeps me out.)
 
Eh. I started paying attention to girl's makeup in my 20s. You can tell when it's well applied, and once I figured out how much effort went into it it became part of my assessment; the girls who wouldn't step foot outside without flawless application of foundation, concealer and bronzer - and that's thirty minutes a day of effort at a minimum - were living in their own heads too much. (The recent trend towards making faces look heavily made up, with huge lashes and shiny puffy lips, creeps me out.)

Oh it's nothing to do with boys. My friends and I were working on our makeup in pre school. I remember us improvising nail polish and lip gloss with marker pens when I was 4. Mom was horrified, which was when I got my first Barbie makeup kit. By halfway thru elementary school, god forbid if my nails weren't done before I left home. And gloss. And eyes, and ... and ... none of it was for boys. They were just annoying ... yep, peer group emulation and competition and just doing the same as my friends
 
I used make-up, too.

To make realistic fake wounds to scare mom with.
 
For me, it is usually women that catch my attention despite my being straight. Usually it's nice clothing and I like to go complement them on it.

Men rarely receive my attention, oddly enough. I usually notice people with different languages and accents first, because that's apparently how I'm wired. Same if the person has an interesting voice in some other way. I rarely get attracted to people based on looks alone.
 
I enjoy watching people where ever I am, so I notice most of the people around me for one reason or another. I tend to focus first on posture, the way they hold themselves, body language, and the way they carry themselves while they interact (or refuse to interact) with others.

If we're only talking body parts though, that differs. For men, I tend to focus first on his arms, shoulders, and neck before really looking over the total package from a purely physical view point. For women, legs and ass every time.
 
A brassiere through clothing, a fallen bra strap. VPL, thong above the waist band, nipple bulge, armpits - hirsute the better, bingo wings, wobbly jowls, classy dress, sluttishness, micro skirt. skin tight jeans, torn knee jeans, cleavage, vast thighs when sat.....the list goes on.
 
Just noticed something this morning that definitely got my attention. I was waiting at a signal in my car, and catty cornered from me were a few pedestrians, one was a woman, hard to tell but to me looked late twenties early thirties. She was wearing a long black skirt (white blouse). Skirt to just above ankles.

The skirt had a slit to just above mid thigh and her leg was extended. Seeing that much leg while her other leg was completely hidden was like a beacon blazing out. I didn't miss my green light or anything but wow.

As I drove through the intersection I saw that next to her was a young woman, possibly a University Student (The university and town are co-mingled here) who was wearing shorts, gym shorts by the look and a t-shirt. Barely noticed her against the leg flashing more mature woman in the long skirt.
 
Just noticed something this morning that definitely got my attention. I was waiting at a signal in my car, and catty cornered from me were a few pedestrians, one was a woman, hard to tell but to me looked late twenties early thirties. She was wearing a long black skirt (white blouse). Skirt to just above ankles.

The skirt had a slit to just above mid thigh and her leg was extended. Seeing that much leg while her other leg was completely hidden was like a beacon blazing out. I didn't miss my green light or anything but wow.

As I drove through the intersection I saw that next to her was a young woman, possibly a University Student (The university and town are co-mingled here) who was wearing shorts, gym shorts by the look and a t-shirt. Barely noticed her against the leg flashing more mature woman in the long skirt.

That's attention-getting. For me, I probably would have noticed the one with the best hair. Runners usually have their hair pinned or tied up in a way that signal to me, "I'm not here for you to gawk at."

Are women taller than they used to be? That's another feature that grabs my attention. I saw a woman in the grocery store today who was probably 5 10" with two kids in tow. I had to look. She was slim with short dark hair that just managed a curl below her ear and clothes that weren't designed to attract attention. But she did.

Last week it was a six foot blond who's hair was long and pinned up, but with natural variations such that you wouldn't think it was dyed. Again, two kids in tow, and a shape that meant that a lot of exercise went into her presentation.

I notice women like that, and I quietly enjoy. They're works of art--probably expensive works of art.
 
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Yeah copy that.

Walking along a wide pavement (translate = sidewalk), get caught behind two meandering fools on their mobile phones. Peel left to get around them, walking faster. Hear the click click of heels to my right, tall girl doing the same thing, peeling right. Keeping my pace, her legs are longer than mine.

We get around the fools and converge together in front of them. We're kindred spirits, we smile at each other. She's as tall as me, looks me in the eye. We get to the crossing, "don't you hate that," I say, "people dawdling in front of you?"

"I know," she replies, "they just get in the way."

The crossing light goes green, we pass the time of day as we cross. Half way down the next block she stops and turns, puts out her hand. "Hi, I'm Maddy, by the way."

"Good to meet you Maddy, I'm..."

Walk on another twenty metres. "Here's my building," I say, "it's been lovely chatting."

"Oh, that's a shame. Maybe I'll see you around?"

Curse the building being there, curse my temporary slowness, curses....

Never saw her again. So yeah, long legs, high heels, pony tail and a smile.

And me, I guess, for her - tall older guy in a suit, who looked her in the eye.
 
Never saw her again. So yeah, long legs, high heels, pony tail and a smile.

And me, I guess, for her - tall older guy in a suit, who looked her in the eye.

Too bad. Maybe you guys were meant for electric love.

Long hair in a pony tail... that's immediate attention from me. Thinking back over years of adulthood and passing styles there's not a doubt in my mind that long hair in a pony tail is a trump card for me.

But there are women who pull off all sorts of wonderful impressions with their hair.

With women I've loved, I want to hold them close and inhale the scent from their hair--whether it's mixed with other scents or not.
 
Too bad. Maybe you guys were meant for electric love.

Long hair in a pony tail... that's immediate attention from me. .....

We live in a University town, and I drive through the down town area and through the University proper each morning. It's not uncommon to see joggers on the sidewalks, and the women all seem to put their hair into ponytails for a run.

It's quite a sight and grabs my eyes, the hair bobbing and slashing side to side with each stride ....

Only later will I spot the other motions that the fairer sex exhibit when running.
 
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