One day in the blue network I got a message from an unknown user with a virtually empty profile. The message said:

Can I send you a photo?

The infallible female intuition suggested: now there will be ruin, that is, hm, according to Freud. He polently rejected the request:

Thank you, but it is not worth it. And in general, I am now eating and looking at other sex organs won't.

Why I wrote about eating, I cannot say. Probably confused and wanted to argue somehow for the refusal. But the answer fell into my soul, so much that I wanted to include it in the textbook “How to be persistent and goals despite anything”:

When you do, will you?