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Roll Those Eyes, Lads

Why men should not look at a woman, or young girls

By George’s Girl 2026 Published about 21 hours ago 3 min read
By Marie381Uk 2026

Roll Those Eyes, Lads

It started, as most trouble does, with a look, not a long one, not even a bold one, just a quick turn of the head as she walked past, heels steady, head high, carrying herself like she knew exactly who she was. Tom should have known better, but the pub had that easy evening feel, quiet chatter, glasses clinking, nothing hinting at trouble. His mate gave him a nudge, that silent kind that says go on then, and without thinking too much about it, Tom did.

It was only a glance, harmless in his mind, the kind men don’t think twice about, but what he didn’t notice was the man nearby at the bar, watching without making a fuss, the sort who doesn’t need to raise his voice to be understood. That’s the thing people forget, it’s never just a woman walking into a room. There’s always more to it, sometimes someone with her, sometimes someone watching, sometimes someone who takes things differently.

Tom gave a small smile, quick and thoughtless, and she ignored it like it meant nothing, like she’d seen it a hundred times before and didn’t have the energy for it anymore. But the man at the bar didn’t ignore it, and that’s where things shift, not loudly, not dramatically, just enough to change the air.

Because a look isn’t always just a look, it depends who sees it, who takes it the wrong way, who decides it means more than it should. Tom felt the hand on his shoulder before he even turned, firm enough to get his attention without making a scene. “Enjoying the view?”

That’s the moment, the one that matters, where a man either laughs it off the right way or lets his pride step in and make things worse. Tom paused, only for a second, but sometimes that’s all it takes. The room didn’t fall silent, but a few people noticed, the kind of noticing where eyes flick over and then quickly away again.

Nothing much happened after that, not really, just a warning in the tone, a look that said enough, and that was it. Tom shrugged it off, finished his drink, acted like it was nothing, like it hadn’t meant a thing.

But later, when the noise had gone and he was left with his own thoughts, it stayed with him longer than he expected, because he realised something simple that no one really tells you. It’s not about never looking, it’s about knowing when to leave it alone, and that kind of knowing usually comes the hard way, in moments like that, in rooms like that, where a glance can cost more than you thought it would.

He thought about women he had noticed before, the ones who walked in with that quiet kind of power, who didn’t need a word to command attention, who smiled for themselves, not for him, not for anyone. They didn’t owe anyone a glance, a nod, a flicker of recognition. Some men got lucky, some didn’t. Some didn’t realise until it was too late that respect comes before curiosity.

He thought about the stories he’d heard, the ones that ended in chaos, the ones that ended in regret. A glance that could have been harmless, a joke that went too far, a moment that lingered longer than it should. Women, he realised, are walking with a kind of caution most men never see, the kind that comes from knowing what a stray look can cost, what attention can trigger, what consequences might wait just around the corner.

So he promised himself he would remember. Not because he was afraid. Not because he had to. But because he could. And some lessons, the ones that stick, are worth more than the risk of being clever or bold for a few seconds of nothing.

So roll those eyes, lads. Not because you’re told to, not because you’re weak, not because the world says so. Roll them because sometimes it’s the wiser, sharper, cleverer move. Because sometimes the best thing you can do is leave a woman to her walk, her confidence, her space. And believe me, she’ll notice, even if you don’t.And when you finally get it, really get it, you’ll thank yourself. Because not every glance is free.

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George’s Girl 2026

I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites

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  • Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 8 hours ago

    Added to challenge list

  • Calvin Londonabout 14 hours ago

    I like it, Marie. Nice. I will write my rebuttal over Easter. Stay tuned. I thought it was going to end in a fight. 😁😁

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