I hear you. Yeah... if a man comes at me with an arousal... I really have no interest... because as far as I know **I** did nothing to cause it... and therefore, his motives are suspect to me. It's like he wants something FROM me.
It's kind of like the difference between me walking into a restaurant wondering what I want to eat... and a Roast Beef sandwich hurling itself at me from the cook top saying... "HERE... HAVE ME!!!!" And then the last thing I want is a Roast Beef sandwich...
That was a pretty lame attempt at a Mojo analogy, huh?....
