What goes on through a guy's head when a pretty girl is by him/walking past?

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.

Sorry question is meant to read: what is going on through a guy's mind when he's looking at a pretty girl who is near him or walking past.


Most Helpful Guy

  • "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: link


What Guys Said 4

  • "I bet she plays a mean game of Chess."

  • "I want to talk to about the nuclear situation in North Korea and discuss the pros and cons of global warming, then sip on herbal tea."

  • "I'd f*** her"

  • I would think about how I would sooooooo want to be in a relationship with her, and talk with her, and just spend time with her.


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