A bronzed, blonde male surfer type was visiting Boston to attend a friend’s wedding. Sitting at the bar at the reception, sucking up his fourth beer, he caught sight of a stunning brunette, whom he had noticed earlier in the church, as she came through the door. His eyes never left her until she was seated on the other side of the bar from him. He got up, slowly walked around the bar to where she was sitting. After pausing on his approach for her to look over his magnificent tanned body, he recited one of his better lines and then bluntly asked if she wanted to ‚leave this dump‘ and go to his hotel room to „Ya know, get to, like, know each other better.“ She rolled her eyes in disbelief, immediately responding with, „I’m afraid that my awareness of your proclivities regarding the esoteric aspects of sexual behavior precludes any such erotic confrontation.“ He stared blankly at her, somewhat stunned. After several seconds of embarassed silence, he finaly admitted, „Huh? I don’t get it!“ „Exactly!“ she said as she got up, turned on her heel, and left, leaving him standing there in puzzlement.
