Except some morbid individuals everybody basically loves spring. No more colds and none of that runny red noses. The birds keep chirping and singing under the blue sky, bees are humming, green for grey, blossoms of all colours...mother nature's having her comeback.

Easy livin? Maybe for those playing golf yet

So one day you wake up just like any other day, but by opening the window you‘ll realize: It's not just sunny but remarkably WARM the first time this year. While schoolboys gonna celebrate their unrestrained lust, more experienced endurers of this period might be more like: Ouchy.

From one day to another, most guys have to deal with something I‘d call "visual terrorism", that certain time in spring when women of all shapes and kinds leave their jackets at home and be like:

Head Games

Public transport is what I‘d call the arena of entertaining pain and hormonal suffering. Within 24 hours, coats and shawls have been changed for spaghetti-tops and microfiber hotpants: Mighty cleavages, inviting cameltoes, shrill heels and bouncing booty all around and out of a sudden.

This first days it literally becomes a challenge not to act like a horny creep. In my twenties I thought it‘ll dissapear one day: Just some remnants from puberty that leave with progressing adolescence. Sorry, but: No.

It usually takes some time acclimatizing with that new surrounding each year. From that point, you pretty much get used to it until the trees turn brown again. And it won‘t become any easier, while one grows older these fly chicks with bursting fertility will incidentally tease and denial your eyes even worse.

Trust me, I‘m an expert

It s a battle against the creep‘s voice inside our heads, commanding us to stare, seek & destroy. That moment she realizes you‘re undressing her in your mind, you‘ĺl feel as or even more uncomfortable than her, but the harder you try to look away, the more you will act even creepier.

This ain‘t disgusting but kind of our source code. The hypnotising power of visual attraction has reasons. And for the most important: YOU ARE NOT ALONE with it. :D

Last words

This is no justification, guys. Dont fucking stare at hotties, they dont like that. A short glimpse at the right moment can make both of you feel good or even flirty (even though you struggle from that point not to glimpse again and again until you actually stare again. Just dont!). Stare now (when noone watches):

What makes women crazy when she feels sexy, is ignoring her. And when she‘s all dressed up and everybody‘s just drooling, try one time to not even notice her even those boobs almost jump into your face. Stay on point even if you die inside. As your reward she might think: WHAT AN INTERESTING MAN. Mundus vult decipi ergo decipiatur.

Maybe I‘m totally wrong? Give me opinions, upvote if you know it. Maybe submit a pic, if you just read this in a subway, looking left and be like: „oh duh, I feel 'ya“... :D