“Hey Buddy, my eyes are up here!” as spoken by a woman with a ridiculously low-cut blouse. And a push-up bra.
And yet one can argue for some sort of restraint on visual wandering. 30 years ago, I was out with hubby at the local pool. If I say so myself, I carried a swimsuit well. And then hubby practically twisted his neck off, staring at the teenage girls. I rolled my eyes and thought, “Man, don’t you know you already have a goddess? You’re making a fool of yourself.”