Dusty had never met a showgirl before he met Lulu. She made him wide eyed with curiosity, with her brashness and her walk and the pink feather sticking out of her hair and her shoulders on display like that.
He tried not to stare, but when she wasn't looking he sneaked a glimpse. He just wanted to make sure she was actually real and not a figment of his imagination. He likes her bravery- it's more than he can say for himself.
If ever a man wanted to be more like a woman, Dusty sometimes wishes he had Lulu's cojones.