I should do that: put on women's yoga pants, and treat my two remaining
readers to a pic of my plumber's cleavage!
I dunno why that is: ya go down 97 St. where all the hoes and skanks hang out, plying their trade in the garb of the adultress and prostitute - and it leaves an honest man feeling dirty. But then ya see the toned joggers out there and the hotties in their summer clothes... and your feelings about being a dirty old pervert are entirely justified.
Keep yer eyes forward, men.