Arrogance. Sheer arrogance.
To me, it's something like this.
I'm sitting at a bar, and next to me is the town whore, a smelly, moth-eaten, disease-ridden, scabrous, fat old tramp. Out of the blue, she suddenly shouts to me, "You can't have me, not for even a couple hundred bucks."
(That actually happened.)
I have no idea what ever possessed her to think I wanted to have her, even if free.
nadin oftentimes brings up that memory, when she puts primitives on iggy lists.