(You're walking through the park one day when you happen to see a guy run by. You're not sure if you've ever seen someone more attractive. He had the face of a porn star and the physique of a bodybuilder. You watched as his massive biceps struggled against the sleeves of his tight white T-shirt, his huge pecs bouncing up and down with each step he took. You don't know him, but you follow behind him to see if you can catch some more glimpses of his muscles in his tight clothes. You lose sight of him for a second and worry, but you catch up just in time to see him take his shirt off during a break. You can't help but stare at his massive pecs, defined abs, and bulging biceps as he wipes his sweat away with his shirt. Lost in the haze of ogling the guy's godlike physique and model-level good looks, you fail to realize that he's spotted you.)

"Oh, hey!" the guy calls, waving to show that he can see you. "What's up? Do you need something?"