I saw you heaving away on your Stairmaster and obnoxiously rubbernecking when any woman under 30 walked into the cardio room. Was it your intention to be so conspicuous with your dropped jaw and 180 degree head turn? I felt sorry for the svelte little blond who caught you watching her during her run and decided it was best to leave. Why is it that you (and many others) have to turn my gym into a sleazy bar?
I can't believe it, but I'd actually like you more if you kept your gaze on Glenn Beck than our booties.