Ya know, I don't think that the shark thinks that it was something very much. I figger she was out there with some friends, drinking white wine and nibbling on people's toes, when the conversation turned to males. She talks about it for a while and then heads home. When she gets there, she's feeling a bit "frisky" so she goes out looking for, well, you know.

But there's no male shark anyway around that she can look at without tossing her cookies. Still feeling that way, she keeps looking, getting farther and farther away and getting more and more "frisky." Finally, she met this guy off the coast of South Africa, they had a few drinks, maybe went to a movie, had a few more drinks, and Nature Took Her Course.

Next morning, she wakes up and he's off at some feeding frenzy. Disgusted, she takes a shower and heads for home. Maybe stops for some coffee and a croissant before leaving SA. Back on the GBR, she tells her friends, over tea and gelignite on white, that those foriegn men aren't all they're claimed to be.

Simple. No big deal to the shark.