Indian Men

So I have been meaning to write down my feelings and observations of India men since I first landed. I don't know why I have forgotten to do this for so long, but maybe it will spice up this blog a little bit.
Hopefully. Beware of sarcasm in this post, please.

As we all know- I am very beautiful. So, I'm used to people starring at me for long periods of time. However, I have never experienced the sort of stares that I have been receiving in India. I have been starred at more here than I have ever been in all of my days combined. When I say 'stare', this is what I mean- Long, continuous face stares. Right into my face. Right down through the windows to my soul. And right through the back of my head. That's the kind of stare I get from about 85% of men who see me in the towns. They are not rude about it. They don't make 'kissy lips' or whistle or winks or anything like that. They legit just STARE THROUGH MY FACE. It is for this reason that I am not offended. But it's still a thing to get used to. Some younger men (like my age) would see me driving past and holler something to get my attention. But those hollers weren't creepy in any way, I don't think. They just wanted my attention. I actually read about all this before I came... but the blogs I read saw these stares in a more negative light. It's just because I'm a foreigner with blue eyes and blonde hairs, I guess. At least, that's why I assume women and children stare at me. The blogs I read before traveling revealed that looking a man in his eyes is a sign of availability or something? Like an invitation. I don't really care about that. I freakin' stare at their faces too. But mostly I have my sunglasses on, so they can't see my eyes (I use this tactic in the States too ;-P ). Stare Stare Stare. It's innocent, as far as I can tell. Who cares?
However, if someone touches me I WILL be relocated to an Indian prison following my retaliation. xoxo