Eh lady, you don’t want me to look, don’t wear such a low-cut shirt. It’s not like I whistled or groped, just let my eyes linger on two of God’s fine creations. Seriously, I think that tantrum you threw was just so other guys (or girls?) would look, too. And lest you think I’m some degenerate rapist perv: I have five sisters and a mother who taught me to respect women. But I’m also a man with a pulse; don’t wave a juicy steak in front of a hungry wolf and expect him not to lick his chops.