But. The sexiest woman I've seen in the place yet? She was just wearing jeans. Kinda a punk look, big black boots, black MIA/POW t-shirt, short spikey hair. Also kinda tall and pretty uncurvy, so much so that when I first saw her (and she was wrestling with a friend) I thought she was a guy.

So how do we come by the sexy? At some point I'm standing near her and she's dancing. Okay, and for one thing she moved in a way to get your attention -- but looking at her, there's a slit in the back of her t-shirt. You know, pretty much from neck to the bottom, kinda like you'd get as a kid if you were hopping a fence and your shirt got caught.

And of course, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

Now, thin as this girl was and all, it's not like she needed anything under it. So it wasn't like, "let's watch some jiggling" or anything like that. I dunno. Just for some reason, the occasional glimpse of her back as she danced was just ... well, much sexier than a lot of the other women out there who were wearing a lot less.

So yeah, the moral of the story is that, as we all should know by now, less can sometimes be more.