I just got some sound advice tonight from a wise man who bought me 2 beers. Okay, a bar. There was this one dude with a big bone for a hot chick. She wasn't havin' it. There was a second dude just chillin', sippin' a Pabst. Chickie gets fed up from all the ham-hawlin' and she upp'n pours herself into Chill Dude's lap, while Boner Dude goes "wtf!" -- Sensing the nearness of vag juice on the stoolr, a THIRD dude (let's call him misdirected energy Dude) says, "Hey, man -- that's a HAWT chick!" Chill dude, just rolls his eyes and says, "Do I know you?" Boner Dude and Hyper-Energy Dude watch as chill dude basically ignores this piece-o-Veal (choice, yummy) and even tells her "I seen better legs on a piano -- " The two boys who will not be having sex tonight, think the strategy is simple reversepsycho. It ain't even all that. It's just contrast, yo.