This doesn't even have to be her body but just her face.
When I'm leaving my gym after getting ready (no longer red and sweaty) the majority of guys stare at me, and it's not just been the one occasion but all the time! And the same guys too so they know already what I look like :s
One of the guys who stares- I actually like him and he knows this, but he hasn't come over to talk to me even though he was supposed to be :-( I have seen him 3 times since and he says hi, but so shyly! I could barely hear him on one occasion.
What is it they are thinking when they look at me? And what must the guy that I like be thinking?
I really want to speak to him though I am shy myself, I'm scared I will make things even more awkward or just make a fool of myself.
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"Eye candy" is common term for what I think when I see a beautiful girl passing by.
Keats described it in a more poetic way:
A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
John Keats: link1