PD - An idea whose time has come.
Cav, Hebba, fbaezer --- you are so good! Your women must adore you!
But, Francie -- You've spoken to him about it and HE GETS MAD?
<If I said how I felt, I'd have to use bad words.>
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Call out the big guns! This is definitely time for some training. He needs to remember that you are gorgeous and desirable... and need to be protected from other men's ogling. THAT will keep him busy and he'll forget his roving eyes.
I am a firm believer in the combined psychological techniques of positive and negative reinforcement. Don't get mad but... be prepared for next time this happens. When he ogles, try to immediate get up and walk away, even if it is just in your head -- you know what I mean -- dismiss him for the moment. If possible, step on his foot or spill something (hopefully on him). Become an accident waiting to happen.
Occasionally look pointedly at other men, maybe even mention how much you like the cut of that one's jacket, the style of that one's hair or how you've really grown fond of some look, not his. If you really wanted to dig at him (if he needs it) ask him if he's considered changing his appearance in your very sweetest way.
And as for the positive reinforcement... when you go out, wear a low-cut blouse and drop that sweater. Be sure to look ridiculously gorgeous, not just everyday good. Smile & be friendly with men around you when you're with him.
I would also consider telling him* about the men who approach you. Here, is a story of mine you can call your own. Last week I was purchasing some scotch for my sweet S.U. (who would not dream of embarassing me by obviously ogling another woman in my presence). As it happened, I was wearing a jacket made of suede pieces that are crocheted together to reveal a little bit of the skimpy top underneath. The man who was behind me in the checkout line rushed past me (I tend to dawdle), but was waiting for me outside the store. He stopped me and excused himself for bothering me. Then he said (and he was talking in a very strange accent) that he admired my jacket. He said it was like the ones made in his home country, Transylvania, and wondered if it were from there.
Transylvania???
Now possibly he was telling the truth, but by the time I'd told the story to our dinner party, mentioned that he was good-looking in a foreign sort-of-way and used the "accent" he had, I had everybody in stitches except for the S.U. who was wondering if he should be sending me off to buy liquor anymore. (As well he should.)
*You'll notice I did not tell him immediately... I waited. That is important.