It's been decades, but I still remember the first pair of moobs I saw. They belonged to a guy up the street, a lawyer who was probably about the age I am now. He was mowing his lawn shirtless, and I thought with a start: Oh my God, Mr. Metz has titties! They were pointy, and they jiggled as he went about his task.
I've seen acres of saggy manflesh since then, but you never forget the first time.