None of the women in the town where I am vacationing appear to have read the memo announcing the arrival of my sexaholic self and requesting them to dress appropriately!
However, the problem is not with others and how they act or what they wear. The problem exists in those dangerous 5 inches between my own ears.
Last year, I was on holiday in a place where religious women dress extremely modestly. My sexaholic mind went into overdrive, lusting after them as objects. This proves that it has very little to do with what someone wears. It is about what I do with information.
Lust is a state of mind. You could lock me up in a dark room and I would still lust.
For me, life is full of temptations no matter where I am. Some places are worse than others. These temptations require surrender not hatred.