I don't know what you've been watching other than my breasts--face to breasts, face to breasts, face to breasts... just like some heterosexual boys and men do, but I thought it was because I was in the middle of doing laundry, didn't have a comfortable bra to put on, and even though I had two layers over my breasts, you were nipple-obsessed during our otherwise mutually pleasant exchange.
Nope. I went home, made myself put on an uncomfortable bra to relieve you of eye pressure, but the face to breasts, face to breasts bit continued.
I am flummoxed and do wonder... if you shouldn't turn off the boob tube for, oh, the rest of my life.
Irritated INFJ signing out.