Sherry summed it up. We all have different expectations.
On the other hand, one lunchtime in the Sydney CBD I bumped into the bar attendant from my favourite watering hole. She was gorgeous, and she was HOT. She took a two-handed grip on my arm as we walked together and I was the envy of every guy we passed.
Then I saw one of my neighbours approaching. He was a pillar of the local Presbyterian Church and I thought, "Oh my God! I've been caught. He'll tell Daizy about this."
I needn't have worried. He didn't even see me. His eyes were glued to her more-than-adequate cleavage.
As he came alongside I took him by the arm and said, "Ow yer goin', mate?" (a standard Australian greeting). I didn't know somebody his age could blush but he managed it. A deep red, from the throat to the ears.
I went home and told Daizy about it myself. We both had a good laugh at his expense.