
There's an old story about George Bernard Shaw, talking with a woman at a cocktail party, many many years ago. It goes like this:
Him: Hello, how are you"
Her: I'm fine, thank you.
Him: You're an attractive woman. I'm just wondering. If I offered you a million dollars, would you sleep with me?
Her: (pauses for a few seconds) That's an interesting offer... Yes, I think I would.
Him: Well, would you sleep with me for five dollars?
Her: No, of course not, what kind of woman do you think I am?
Him: Madam, we've already determined what kind of woman you are. We're simply haggling over the price.
So... what do you think of this story?