While I'm not opposed to a fine specimen of man complete with Romanesque abs and all that jazz, I find it only slightly awkward to walk into a clothing store and be greeted by a shirtless male model. Call me old fashioned but with so many gigantor muscles floating around the store I begin to feel a little uneasy and most likely start getting red and sweaty.
That being said, if the following happened during one of my shopping experiences I would have peed my pants. Literally.
