A moment later, when I glanced up and saw that he was still gawking, my scowl deepened: Women don’t like to be ogled, friend!
And who am I kidding here? Vanity plays a big part, too. Recently I was riding the subway, and a leather-jacketed guy with a man bun kept glancing my way. I reflexively frowned at him and returned to my book. A moment later, when I glanced up and saw that he was still gawking, my scowl deepened: Women don’t like to be ogled, friend! Get the message!