The little head has assumed control. Time to take a walk and see what's up. There are feral tomcats stalking prey and spiders the size of nickels waiting patiently in webs spun across the trails. Many of the players in this ritual are amazingly self-deluded. The whole gig is unspoken rules and silent conventions.
Conversation is for getting to know people, finding a boyfriend, relationships.
Out in the bushes it's Cowboys and Indians, Hide and Go Seek, Hunters and Gatherers. There is no gay single's scene on Maui so most gay visitors arrive with a boyfriend or lover. Everyone knows the score, but they choose not to discuss it, at least in detail. It's silly because the alliance of the forest exists on a different plane. Then again, feigned shame and naughtiness supply the erotic charge.