It's the same thing I say when my wife asks me if I think the girl that's above us on the escalator has a pretty ass.
In the end, it doesn't even matter... (Yeah I like this song, sue me)
She's gonna think what she's gonna think, what I say or don't will not sway her anyway. So, I just :: shrugs shoulders and tilts head :: and pretend I didn't notice that the girl was wearing transparent Yoga pants and the smallest G-strings possible while parading 2 halves of the Globe instead of glutes. The pants material was sheer enough that I could count the 4 moles she had.
Pretty ass? NO. I barely even noticed the girl... I was looking at her? I was? I wasn't even aware there was someone there...
Peace