Do you feel as if some of the mysteries of life and especially those of the opposite sex are gone? Such as when you stare at a girl, all you're thinking about are what muscles are there, innvervated by what, neighbored by what, surrounded by what, enclosed in what.. like you're just superimposing Netter over her? Then you begin to feel morbid as you imagine her vessels, nerves, skeletal system and feel all of a sudden quite sad/introspective as you realize all that beautiful flesh and fat is just that.. flesh and fat? BAH! Joke to cheer you up: What do you call the flesh around the vagina? The woman.