There's some appealing about a dopey-looking guy -- the kind who has trouble chewing gum and walking at the same time. The kind who isn't quite sure how screw-on tops work. The kind who sluttishly offers his body to everyone just because sex "feels goods". The kind who wakes in the morning, half-sleepy and stupid, and walks around in tight underpants, his monstrous genitals bulging obscenely, his nipples hard in the cold morning air. The kind who doesn't know how sexy he is, but appreciates the attention on some dullard, unconscious level.