The first time I was on tour with Tchernichova was in Miami Beach in 1983–right before it went Continental. I was there again five years later to do research and it was totally different.
Anyway, she and I were at the pool and she said she wanted to make a little detour, so she could, as she readily admitted, check out in what state of post-performing career tone a trunks-clad ABT staffer was in!
Nothing whatsoever to do with sex–strictly dispassionate appraisal.