I was at a party decades ago with my then girlfriend to welcome home a friend upon his return to town.  I’d introduced the crowd to my date. Cordialities were exchanged by all. Beers and a pizza were consumed and afterwards the men sequestered themselves away from the women folk for talk.  “Boy!” one of the more bellicose boys of the group shouted about my date, “That… is way too nice for me. I couldn’t stand that!”  I said nothing. Was that a sling? Kind of. I was at a loss