Or, maybe it's just a trap...
The first sign that I was getting cantankerous was in my late 30’s. If I saw a woman on the beach in a very revealing bikini and large breasts, as she walked by I’d say “Nice t*ts”, figuring it would offend them and I could tell them that if they don’t want people noticing and commenting maybe they should put them away. Turned out it wasn’t such a hot idea as they LIKED the attention. And seeing how I was married I stopped the practice almost immediately.
I learned something about women and their perception of their plumbs/melons that summer. Seriously.