Lip gloss, you say? Well, I wasn't aware of him before, but I'll take a gander at any man who doesn't give a rip about idiotic worthless gender role things like that. That's my kinda man, I think I'll go pick up a book by him...image

That said, I'm 1/4 Cherokee and I've led naive people on like this, just for kicks and giggles:
clueless other person: Your mare travels so well.
me: Thank you. I've spiritually bonded with her in the Native way. I went to a reserve and the few remaining elders taught me their methods.
c.o.p: That's so interesting. That's so cool, I wish I could do something like that. What do you do, specifically?
me: You must sit in utter silence with them and hum an old Iroquois song. It soothes them and assures them that you are not a predator. Then they'll allow you on their back, and you can ride bridleless.
c.o.p.: REALLY?!
me: No. If I tried to chase a bison bareback off this mare, she'd throw me off and go munch grass.
It's funny, the mystique people have for Native Americans. I will admit I find the culture really cool, and I wish it hadn't been wiped out so visciously (read a really interesting essay in Philosophy last term about how white Americans delude themselves into thinking that their culture has never committed genocide, but the proof of it is sitting poor and desolute out in the desert, drinking too much alcohol), but it's not like Natives have a monopoly on horse training, far from it. They certainly aren't doing any dressage out back of their casinos, I can tell you that much.