I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed. I'm not embarrassed.
I like girls. Especially hot girls.
I will go out of my way to see them. To talk to them. To do other things with them, when the chemistry and timing is right. This does not mean that I'm an asshole, or a bastard, or a player, or a male chauvinist pig.
It means that I'm a normal straight single guy.
Like today, I went to lunch. I had a yummy meal, and two yummy Newcastles (6479), and I talked to a pretty girl. If BikerGirl hadn't been working, I might have turned around and gone somewhere else. If BikerGirl was an 800-lb geriatric paraplegic with bad body odor, I'd probably have gone somewhere else in the first place. Like to Lucky Strike maybe. There are pretty girls who work there every now and then.
Appreciating female beauty and company is not a fucking crime against humanity.
It feels good to vent sometimes.