You are only as creepy as the image your mind creates when you're told "don't think of dirty Sanchez". Will languishes occasionally when the ego poses these skewed queries to himself, but thanks to the power of the pituitary, the heat/cold never seems to let the "old" Don Draper in. Some of our neo-agonistes types fret about the Draper complex but Will's been to the bar mitzvah and seen the klezmers so hava your nagila, Matthew. Survivors of the corporate wars instinctively fascinate themselves with re-enactments especially when they highlight the pre-PC flaunting of irascibility. Will is no exception but he realizes there would be no Jilly-mandering if it weren't for the corporate carnivals where the laws of selection surpass the rules of engagement. At least that's what went on that fateful day in March of '94. No assumed identity there and nature worked perfectly. The love that ensued was like a kangaroo compared to a grasshopper - both leap, but oh! my . .