In my ideal world, sitting and reading a good book with my legs crossed and a slight frown on my face would be a posture of sexual availability as unambiguous as a baboon wiggling her swollen red ass under the majestic baobab tree. Sitting at my desk drinking coffee and slightly frowning while staring forlornly at my computer would be a clear sign that I'm pretty much the funnest guy in the greater metropolitan area. Staring out the window and sighing while slumping my shoulders and slightly frowning would announce to the world that a party is brewing at my house.