Prancing like a rooster in a hen house.
So, I remember way back in kindergarten when a girl named Molly gave me a horrible time. She pulled my hair, scratched me, and bit me relentlessy. My teacher, Ms. Moore, told me it was because Molly actually had a crush on me. Apparently, when we're younger, this is how we cope with foreign feelings like attraction. Indeed I returned the favor to Molly and, for a few years, I too picked on the all the girls I liked.
Some people just never move past that phase; still believing that asseting superiority at your expence somehow makes them more attractive to you. It's sad, really.