Cripes, don't you listen to a lot of guys when they are bullshitting with their friends? If I've heard one argument about "the objectification of women" its always been from neurotic women who have a complex about their own beauty, or college age women who take women's studies.
Look, guys talk like this, in fact, so do most girls I know. People bulshit with their friends, talk about body parts, and say things that may make Larry Flint blush.
As for "big words don't make up for small parts." Somehow this reeks of expressions like "blondes have more fun" and "small chested girls don't get dates." Well, to quote my mother: "I'm a brunette, and all my blonde friends are home tonight." To quote my father "Son, I don't get your fascination with that girl. Having sex with a big-breasted woman is like running down the block with two watermelons under your arms." Now folks, lets try to imagine the childhood of a boy with a smartass mother, and a slightly perverted father...that's about as far as we venture into my personal life for now. In response to your claim of "big words." Um, ask your parents. I doubt genitalia had much to do with the wedding vows.
This boasting swagger is what guys do. If you want some more secrets: that cute guy didn't just "bump" into you. Most guys on some level "stalk" the girl they want to meet for a short period. Also, yes...we DO look at your eyes. That doesn't mean we wont look elsewhere. It's freaky when someone looks you in the eyes for a long period of time. Especially when they don't blink. (also...we usually avoid eye contact when nervous and need something comforting to look at. Most studies, and most girls I know have noticed that there is a soothing non-sexual effect when a man is hugged into a busom)
Don't lie like you don't do the same, because I've walked into many a conversation where girls dressed down guys. In fact the most hilarious moment was when a bunch of us came back early from lunch, and found a friend's girlfriend bragging about his dick size. We all laughed and then pointed at her saying "You have no right to complain...EVER. You are one of us." She tried to come up with an excuse, but we collectively booed her. In fact we've known eachother so long, we just bullshit in mixed company. Outsiders are shocked at our frankness. Male and female. Some nights are crazy displays of ass and crotch grabbing, and innuendo. It's just so damn liberating as a human being to be in an environment where the girls "get it." At the end of the day, this whole battle of the sexes crap is just so damn juvenile. Walk with your privates exposed and give everyone you meet a sledgehammer. I'd rather live that way than any way else.
J- "When it all comes down to it, all bullshit aside. I want a woman who will look at a crowd of girls when we're walking in public, reach into my pants, squeeze, and say 'mine.' with a firm voice."