Eyes up here

Today on my walk I passed a handsome, well-muscled, shirtless man weeding his yard. “Enjoying your walk?” he asked. “I am,” I replied. We engaged in some weather chit chat. The whole time I kept telling myself, “Eyes up here Cindy, eyes up here!”… Now, I know how men feel when trying to have a conversation with a lady wearing a cleavage-baring shirt.