Riding the A train downtown, on the way to tennis class, I found myself standing next to a well-dressed, good looking businessman. We made eye contact, and he told me that I had beautiful eyes.
"They are the exact same color as my daughter's eyes," he said.
I smiled, thanked him, and started to turn away. Yet he continued to yammer on about my eyes, his daughter, his daughter's eyes. He yammered until he abruptly stopped himself mid-sentence.
"Oh my. I must go" he suddenly stammered and stumbled off the train, without so much as a goodbye.
I looked down and saw my coat half open, boobs straining against my usual cleavage bearing attire.
I'm guessing that he eventually creeped even himself out by comparing my eyes to his innocent daughter's, all the while never taking his eyes away from my chest.