When strangers look at you what do you think they see?

Something awful.

It was my boobs, but since they have vanished of late, I think it is the package. The me as a whole. (Or maybe my fat stomach not sure).

“Big dude, getting through life. Probably stay away.”

I don’t really care what they see.

I guess first impressions – based on visual input only – the first thing people notice is my hair. I get compliments about it from strangers or people whom I have just met.

I tend to stay rather invisible, I don’t make myself up or behave eye-catchingly, so I am rarely noticed, which is just how I like it.

A cheerful smiling person with good posture.

I honestly don’t know, but I do wonder a lot what the hell they are looking at! I wish I could know for my reference.

A late middle-aged woman who is friendly and comfortable in her skin.

I think they see a middle-aged woman who is comfortable with herself, takes care of herself, and makes an effort to look presentable when in public. I won’t leave my house in sweatpants, or without combing my hair or putting on some face particularly lips. I think I present as confident and happy (most days).

People see what I want them to see, or so I like to think. I tend to take charge when there is no established hierarchy, something I noticed people are relieved to see most of the time (“less work for me” kind of thinking I guess). I feel great in a leadership role. On the other hand there are times when a leader already exists, in which case (if they are not terrible at the job) I just (try to) shut up and do my own thing. I prefer to give orders than follow them. All in all I’m not really sure how people actually see me…

I hope they notice my sweet fade. I put a lot of work into it every three or four days, haha.
I think they probably notice my serious and confident demeanor.
And I know people notice that I’m alone and a wallflower a lot. Last night at the bar, I had two great conversations with random people who came up and asked why I was reading a book at a bar! They even asked me to educate them about my dissertation topic, which is not something most people even want to hear about, haha.

@bookish1:What are you writing your dissertation on?

@gailcalled: Thank you for asking. I’d love to talk about it, but if I did, I would make myself identifiable on this site, where I’ve already revealed far too many personal details! But I promise you, it’s urgent and important, and I will be the first person to study it :)

I seem to be putting out quiet calm confidence lately, and dressing well and putting out out my best. It’s amazing what I’ve been getting back.

Umm I like don’t know.
Maybe they like just see some dude and stuff.

I think they see a rude, unapproachable young lady who couldn’t care less about her appearance.

I’m not rude or mean, I’m just extremely shy and I get quite uneasy around people so I suppose they see me as rude. Some people think I’m really sweet though, but those are usually the ones who actually give me a chance.

Depends when they see me.

Out in the evening at a restaurant or bar, I think they see an attractive women who smiles a lot and seems reasonably happy. Usually dressed fairly tailored! I still like the monochromatic look that was popular in the early 90’s. I am also often in jeans and usually heals no matter what I am wearing.

See me at the gym, and I probably look tired and not very attractive the majority of the time. I literally had a women come up to me and ask if I was ok last week. Like, ok, am I going to fall down or something.

Make-up makes a huge difference on my face. It makes my eyes sparkle and give color to my pale face. I get compliments on my eyes a lot. When I was younger people used to point out my lips also, not anymore.

Some people when I was younger have told me they first thought I would be unfriendly or snobby when they first saw me, and quickly realized how wrong they were.

Mostly, I don’t think they see me at all. I’m just a woman in my 40s, hair in a ponytail, no make up, dressed in jeans. If they do notice something, it’s my hair or my boobs.

I’ve no fucking idea, much less care.

Heathen filth. :D