The birth of the CPF-- Reg ponders, "Why do men always check us out when we are cruisin' in the jeep?"

In the title of this piece, I posed a question.

A question I already knew the answer to...(unfair), but I have a story to tell.

So today Cinnamon, Honey and I were on the freeway, cruisin' in Jerome the Jeep, when a lifted gray f250 pulled alongside us. For several miles, that f250 would not pass us, and we had to deal with the pounding subwolfer. I did not have to turn my head to understand that a common phenomena was occurring; we were being checked out.


This happens due to the lethal combination of the loveliest girls around (Cinnamon, Honey, and Summer) and a lifted, chromed-out black Jeep Wrangler that is as b.a. as it gets. It is impossible not to stare at the paradoxicalness (yes, I think I just created a word).  

Cinnamon is more creeper-phobic than most, and when she realized that the driver was obviously giving us the eye, she did what any reasonable girl would do--she made the Creeper Prevention Face.

Now, the creeper prevention face is the step before pepper spray in the list of "How to rid oneself of a creeper." It is less radical and has almost no long-term consequences while adequately fufilling the short-term goal of stopping the creeper's gaze.

This face is made by sucking in one's lips and staring, wide-eyed and crazy at the creeper.

It also has the comedic benefit of being the weirdest face possible to make.

There's a lesson for you. Please use this face responsibly.

Your butterfly?
Regette

p.s. Why is it when being looked at or followed by an attractive man, he no longer is a creeper...?