Sometimes at the gym, you see cute and attractive women. You know you shouldn't stare, and you don't, because that would be just plain old creepy and rude. But then you're on the track, minding your own business, totally focused, and two women start running in front of you. Immediately, to avoid the same creepy rudeness, I have to look in a different direction than the one I was looking so as to avoid this. See, normally I look in a sort of down direction, to make sure I don't trip and fall and bust up my face. However, when a woman is running in front of me, that angle puts my eyes squarely on the butt. The choice is then to be creepy or risk tripping. The risk always wins.
Thankfully, I haven't fallen yet.