Sit front row and say that.
Last year we were placed in the front row and had three scantily clad dancers on the floor in front of us making some heavy eye contact. Problem is, if I look at them gyrating around and I don't react, I then look like a stern, no-fun-having jerk.
But if I smile and bob my head to the music, I look like Jack Nicholson in Anger Management - or, you know, some kind of old pervert.
Anytime they'd dance close, I'd just point out the lighting to my wife... because I'm a cool guy like that.
(I'm partially joking and realize how silly this is.)