As much as I like a good perve, I don't wish to make someone uncomfortable by ogling them or talking to their chest. However, that only works when I'm alert and awake. When I'm tired, my eyes become breast magnets, glued to any nearby mammary that falls into my nice range.

I have a similar problem (especially with women who wear slogan T-shirts, because I've loved reading for even longer than I've loved breasts). It's one of the reasons I'm glad some genius invented sunglasses.