Packages Aren't Just In Mail Trucks

I'll let you in on a secret... just between you and me.

I'm a crotch-watcher. A pecker checker.

I look at men's crotches to see if I can see anything in their pants. Yep.

I don't do it habitually. In fact, I don't even do it very often, but often enough to label myself a crotch-watcher just because other women don't seem to do it.

I don't even really know what I'm looking for. I guess it's just nice to see a bulge in a guy's pants, made all the more intriguing by the fact that I hardly ever see any bulges -- it's a rare find, and who doesn't want to discover a rare find? Men's pants styles have been relaxed fit for so long that I can't see a damn thing most of the time. Young guys are the worst because often they go beyond relaxed fit into just plain baggy. No hope of seeing anything there.

Once in a while I'll see a nice package and that's all it is, nothing more, nothing less. It's just nice to see. I guess I just like to speculate what size a guy is based on his package, even though I know bulge size doesn't accurately reflect the dick size, and even though I don't get the opportunity to find out if my estimates are correct or incorrect.

Man, this whole post makes me sound so fuckin' creepy, but I assure you, I'm not looking in a predatory way. It's more of a pondering way. I'm just curious to see what I can see. I've been caught looking a couple times (by the guys I was checking out) but I played it off confidently. It was pretty funny. My best friend likes to rib me about it every once in a while, and I guess I deserve that.