I'm a women in her early 20's and recently I've taken an interest in the 'open fly' paradigm. That is, I find it fascinating to observe an unsuspecting public's reaction to a particular revealing fashion faux pas: the unzipped fly. For the past few months I've intentionally left my zipper wide open in various public places, acted oblivious (as people normally are with that affliction), and quietly taken note of strangers' leering eyes and blatant stares, their cruel smirks and pitying aversion, their secret pictures and whispered comments, and, most of all, their cold indifference to someone else's humiliating predicament. Very few ever muster the courage or decency to tell me. Of course, I do this because I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and it's a cheap thrill; so that's more of a comment than a complaint.
Now I know what you're thinking. 1- I'm a total weirdo. (Fair). And 2- So what? What's the big deal? Who actually notices or cares that much about an open fly? Believe me-- my open fly is painfully noticeable. The first time I did this was in the usual way-- on accident. A while back I came home from a lengthy and very public shopping excursion, only to discover that my fly was open and had likely been like that the entire time. I wear pants that are high-rise and form-fitting, so the tightness of my jeans and length of the zipper made it gape extraordinarily, revealing a comically large area of my panty-clad crotch. At first I was humiliated, being forced to concede that no bystander could have possibly missed such a spectacle. But then I recalled some of the hungry stares I got, and realized what had actually caused them. Since then I've chased that feeling countless times over, and grown an addiction to putting on repeat performances.
I've done this at the mall, at the grocery store (in stores of all types really), in waiting rooms, at the pharmacy getting my covid shot, getting a pedicure (with my crotch at eye-level with the poor pedicurist for christs sake!!), on zoom meetings, at the library, on the subway-- you name it! If a good Samaritan actually bothers to point it out to me, I simply feign embarrassment, zip up, and then find a concealed place to unzip again after they've left the scene. One pair of jeans I wear actually has a faulty zipper that lost its grip, so I just go about my day and let it slide down on its own now. It's a real rush!
I'm kind of obsessed (as I'm sure you realize if you've read up to this point) and, even though I would never dream of confiding this to someone I know, I wish I could. And I definitely wish more people would do this too! It's so fun! I find it oddly arousing to see men with their fly's unzipped now and savor the view whenever I notice. Women too actually! So leave your zipper down and walk around! I guarantee you'll get a kick out of peoples reactions!