Octorectolosis
When you can't help but stare at someone’s butt like it's the last slice of pizza at a party.
He walked into the room, and I didn’t look up until he sat down. Then I stared at his butt the whole time.
She turned around to grab her bag, and I dropped my phone. It was worth it.
I had to leave the restaurant just to get away from the guy in the back seat.