Stare


Colleen S. from Pine Bluff, Arkansas writes, “Dear Answerman, is staring at other women a ‘guy thing’? My boyfriend does it all the time and says it’s normal.”

Colleen, it depends on how you define, “staring”. If by “staring” you mean a quick glance as someone walks by, then I would say, normal.

If by “staring” you mean this:

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Then I would suggest a quick break up in a public place and a restraining order.

Love.

Poppy

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