A really hot guy. You (a) pick him up out dancing, (b) spend a month screwing your brains out because he can dance just as good in bed, and then (c) start fighting when he realizes that you'd never admit to dating him because he's not worth anything besides a good f*%k. Then you f*%k him one more time after he moves some furniture for you.
Belvis the Pelvis? No, we're not dating. I barely know that guy.