Women always be startin’ trouble with their groovy groovin’. That’s a given. But we can’t blame her for the assortative mating that happens around her. She’s minding her own business. Of course her business is getting men up in her business. She’s very businesslike.
There’s no beautiful plumage to assist the little dove in choosing an appropriate consort during her mating dance. The band doesn’t have a bass player, so there’s no one to go home with right off the bat. The man from the Home Depot parking lot gets a short flutter, but then a retired wrestler steps in to interrupt the mating ritual.
She soldiers on, knowing all along that her flapping jean pockets are irresistible. The wrestler cedes the field, and Will Work (for cash) moves into orbit again.
Suddenly, a challenger appears!