I'm reminded of an amp review from the ASPD days. The title consisted of the provider's name, followed by the boldface headline, PICTURE PERFECT ILLUSION OF PASSION!
In other words, "Don't put me down as a naive newbie-chump. I'm totally aware that her passion was just an illusion. On the other hand (shifting to the other subtext), if the illusion was perfect, then who's to say the passion wasn't real, and that I, therefore, am not truly a stud?"
This is just the complementary, male version of the basic stripper move: "Back off, buddy. This is just a job for me, and a shitty one at that." Then two minutes later: "I'm really hurt that you're treating this as a business transaction. I thought you were my friend.." (Either way--friend or customer--you owe her at least another twenty dollars....)
When it comes to claims about the authenticity of hobby interactions, both sides play the same game--of having one's cake and eating it too. For the ladies, though, these maneuvers are proactive and enriching; for the guys, defensive and, well, draining.