There's a small part of my brain that thinks a translation would be useful. Then make an offhand joke about how the artist has a bit of engineer in them. That and I can appreciate a technical primer that has a valid reason to show me the female form in varying states of undress.
And there's the rest that points out my reality and why it's knowledge that I would never need. Then mutter about how I'm over thirty without a shred of experience with intimacy. Then open up my engineering logbook to notate that my emotional state "went there again", sign/date the bottom, and go about my next project...
Ah well, c'est la vie (and added to my favorites anyway) hahaha