I met my wife at work when I was a supervisor in the department she got hired to work in. I made it part of my duties, when I wasn't busy doing paperwork, to be on the floor supervising the workflow. After we began our relationship, she told me that all of the 20 or so girls on the shop floor would discuss what pants or suit II was wearing that particular day and anxiously wait for me to show up on the floor. She said they all had their favorites but especially liked a tight pair of jeans I would wear on "casual Friday". She told me they would talk all night about my package and my ass. I was clueless about all of this until she spilled the beans to me! After I found out the truth though, used to do my best to provide the ladies with plenty to gossip about without being too obvious!
Us guys can be so blind sometimes!
