I am not a wolves
I can assert that no man doesn’t like charming woman, except for those who deliver abnormal hormone. I am for sure a normal man. So sometimes I am caught on staring pretty girl by some acquaintances, I have to say in a tone of self-mockery that I am a wolves, so is every man.
But I never mean it seriously untill something happened in recent. At the thought of that, I can’t help laughing to myself. In the past twenty days, eight of us have worked temporarily in ChangSha for the preparation before the new computer system of business management was running. A female workmate sat across my table face to face. Whenever she asked me to do something or ask me some questions, I answered her, my eyes staring at her. She always put her hand on the neckline of her shirt.
It’s very weird. She never did it before, and she didn’t cough either. She didn’t need to do that. But she did it. It’s just reminded me of that I was a real goat. I really for several times wanted to tell her what she was doing was really odd, which protected nothing for her but obviously telled others that she was vulnerable on that. But there were too many people in the room. I couldn’t say that frankly. I wanted to message her that by QQ, but I thought it’s improper either.
Perhaps it’s because I declared that all men are more or less lustful when all of the female workmates criticized some men were really horny and evil, after I told them a sad story of a husband deserting his wife, who is one of my friends.
I wanted to talk with her with a bowed head, but I never got used to it. I thought it is also impolite not to look at her when I spoke to her. Finally, I almost laughed out whenever she did that unknowingly even though the neckline of her shirt was very high.
Obviously, she thinks I am a real wolves, indeed.