Well, girls/women aren't interested in me so I figured I get the right to stare at them. It makes me feel good. It gets my testosterone system working again. I try not to make it obvious. I feel like the police are going to tackle me and haul me in for sexual harrassment. But, it's worth the risk. What's funny is sometimes the women stare back at me and our eyes lock.
Then I'm feverishly trying to use the system I so long ago abandoned and send her a non-verbal, "Hey! How you doing....." like Joey Tribbiani. Alas, it comes out as, I'm old and lame, you really don't want any part of this, sorry for bothering you. Then they turn and walk off while I continue staring at them wondering if I could have done anything for them to like me.