Well, I saw him in poisin when I worked at a camera shop in Culver City. He was wearing jeans, boots, a cowboy hat, a denim jacket with shearling lining...and aviator sun glasses.
It was all I could do to keep from going up to him and patting him on his well-turned wallet!
Put your libido away, silly.
Just imagine him in bed with Barbra, and go make a hot chocolate to get the bad taste out of your mouth.
;-)