A man-child whose sexual appetite borders on the absurd. A social anomaly, The Dave is a bundle of energy and inappropriateness that may never be understood. He is the guy in the club that is turned around in the corner tucking its' boner against his stomach to hide his excitement. If you press up against him in a social situation, you run the risk of getting tastefully "felt up". It is something you look at in awe and disgust at the same time, like a charismatic dictator, only with a booger in his stubble. Once you meet "The Dave" your life will change.
Last night, Martin was totally channeling "The Dave", he got 3 numbers, 2 sloppy make-outs, 6 hard-ons, and bargained the pizza guy down to $2!
A defensive tactic whereby an individual faced with a confronting situation flops out his penis and slowly masturbates whilst gazing into the eyes of his would be adversary. It is imperative that eye contact is maintained at all times.
Dude 1: I was jumped by two motherf#$%ers who threatened to stab me if I didn't hand over my wallet.
Dude 2: What happened?
Dude 1: I did the only logical thing in the situation, I whipped my cock out and peformed the Dave.
Dude 2: Woaaah, hardcore Dude 1: Literally. *brofist*
"The Dave" is a formation a team, or player, may ask for in the game of Beirut a.k.a. Beer Pong. When one team has 3 cups left to shoot at they may call out "The Dave" and the opposing team will line up 2 cups side to side with one cup in front so it looks like a triangle. This shape reflects 2 balls and a small penis aptly named after Dave W. This beer pong formation started in Plymouth, MA but is quickly growing in popularity in Eastern Massachusetts and other surrounding colleges and states.
"Man, we have 3 cups left should we get three in a row or The Dave?"
"Definitely The Dave.... that poor son of a bitch."
A sexual act in which you wait until your partner fully undresses then you sit down on the edge of the bed and convince them that your life is worthless because you are the worst off person in the world. Then you go sit in the closet, cry, masturbate to a poster of Jeff Gordon while using your tears as lubricant, then attempt to kill yourself and fail. Repeat as necessary.