My friend Aaron is one of those dudes who points out women to me at the gym. Granted, it's hard not to notice a woman who is grunting while lifting her leg, but I'm a firm believer that sight-seeing isn't something that requires a head-tilt and finger point.

It's like if a church-goer came up to you and asked, “Did you see that preacher over there? He looks so uplifting.” And then five minutes later the church-goer pointed out, “Ooh! New preacher at ten o'clock. I bet his sermon is uplifting and joyous.”

My analogy could use some work, but the point is that just because I like to stick my wing-wang in female genitalia doesn't mean I need to make others aware of it.

So pay no mind to Aaron, ladies, and in return I promise that I'll pay no mind to you. Unless you're hot and I see you.