I thought I was the only one who did that! Only I add "How many beers would it take for me to hit that." I have come to the conclusion that four beers makes everything look much, much better.

I play a variation of that game. Instead of me doing the imaginary schtupping, I picture what two random people in the same room who aren't actually together would look like doing it. Try it! Hilarity will ensue. Although, people will look at you like you are crazy when you erupt in impromptu fits of giggles.

I do this constantly at stoplights. I play the I have to find one driver going by that I would fuck. This can be hard because all you get is the top of each person. I stop to think sometimes about all those women with cute faces that are monsters from the neck down. then I just shake it off because all I care about in this game is how they look as they go whizzing by. Sometimes I get through a whole light of people watching and am left wondering why the hell I play this game. Sometimes you have about ten different hotties and you are barely able to choose. Being male I am constantly looking at every woman I see and deciding if I would sleep with her or not. Dressing and undressing her right on the spot in a split second. That is almost a non stop game in my head and from the way my buddies act, their heads as well.

I've never played that game, but now I will.

I'm the chubby, pierced girl passing the time with headphones and/or a novel. So, yes, I suppose I'm the oddball.

Heheh..

You write like Tucker.

I too play this game, only I do it with TV commercials. I had a strange thought this morning that I am probably the only person in the world with thoughts this corrupt, then I checked up on your site...

Since you're still in NYC, this piece should be titled, "Waiting On Line".

I tend to play this game when I get really bored at really bad, mandatory seminars and I can't hide in the corner with my laptop computer where I can do work instead of twitching from trying to stay awake. If I'm lucky, there's some serious eye-candy from the wildlife ecology department, but if not, then it's a bunch of walruses from statistics along with the usual blah-looking crowd.

"Since you're still in NYC, this piece should be titled, "Waiting On Line"."

BAH. I was just having this argument with a friend.. i can't stand when people say that :P I thought it was a pretty widespread east coast thing, being that I am from California.. but I took a survey of coworkers and 2 out of 3 said "in line" was what they used.

If you don't believe me...

http://www3.uwm.edu/Dept/FLL/linguistics/dialect/staticmaps/q_93.html

;)

I play a slightly altered version of this game, called "Would I accept this person's genetic matter in an emergency?" With men, I ask if I would make a baby with his sperm, even artificially. With women I debate if I would accept their ova, were mine to prove to be too hoopty to implant.

This game is good for examining people deeply in ethically wrong ways. There are lots of hot, tan, fuckable, tarted-up people; yet when you look at their bone structures and general health you realize that no, this hotness would not transfer. Likewise, plenty of frumpy halfwits are probably roaming around with solid clavicles and cheekbones. It gets down to the heart of the matter, stripping people of their attempts to hide an elemental flaw. You don't even have to fuck them. Get a turkey baster! Maybe they smell. Who cares - nice skeleton!

How it takes up a lot of time, really, is what makes it great.

I was waiting at the Miami Airport with my ex-girlfriend and we decided to play this game with the people that were walking by. My girlfriend decided to end the game when she had only found two suiable fucks in like 30 minutes, and I said I would fuck just about every woman that walked by. What can I say, I like variety!