Today,

while talking to Vernice, i caught her eyes staring at my zipper. Feeling a little puzzled of her action, to have been brave enough like a warrior to stare long enough at my crotch in broad daylight, i had asked “why are you staring at my zipper? I know it’s a little damp, i just got out from the washroom.”

“No la!,” she shouted, angrily “I’m looking at your watch!”

Girls. When are they going to admit they love staring at our crotch.