Shallow Dirk?

I sit here, staring blankly out the window of the coffee shop, trying to think of something to write.  Unfortunately, my life has become so routine that nothing all that exciting happens to me.  My big thrill is sneaking glances at whatever attractive young lady enters my periphery.  I think this is the point in life at which many men move from looking, to flirting, to fucking.  I can clearly see how we are setup for this tragedy by a media that uses sex appeal to sell everything from breath mints to kitchen utensils; the increasingly revealing nature of woman's clothing and man's primal instinct to sow his seed.  Oh, and did I mention our huge friggin ego's that need to feel like we are still able to "get the girl". Thankfully, I am incredibly fortunate in that  I recognize the temporal  nature of any affair is vastly outweighed by the everlasting damage it will do to me and my family. But damn, that is one nice ass...