Couple other things: I kind of like the feeling - at first - when your balls stick to your leg. It's the removal that is irritating.
Second, despite the personal attacks toward him, Kotowboy isn't completely off base... I went to see Guns and Roses at a club in Philly in 2012, and I was standing right at a railing about midway back; to my left was the access to the handicapped seats, and to my right were round tables in front of the bar. Sitting at the table was this cute girl - she absolutely knew how to wear those jeans - and her "caveman". Who LITERALLY didn't pull his face out of the phone for a minute during the entire show. I don't know what went on before they got there, but she was CLEARLY not happy, and as the show progressed (it was a three hour plus show) she was dancing, and because of space, we came in contact, and I made little (read: NO) effort to move. It is hard to describe now without seeming... weird, but we spent about two hours jamming to G'n'R, and while we never said a word to each other, she basically rubbed her ass against me surreptitiously for most of that time. "Caveman" never moved a muscle, nor, to my observations, pulled his face up from his phone. The encore was "Madagascar", "Better", "Patience" and "Paradise City". About midway through "Better" - exactly at two AM, I might add - he got up and started walking out. She turned to me, didn't say a word but shrugged and followed him out. Never saw them again. Who knows, maybe that's their thing. Maybe there are kids involved. Maybe there are a thousand things that justify that. But I can't help but wonder - in fascination, if not "irritation", or judgment - what that story was all about.