It is with some slight discomfiture that I realize that if you are a male human between the ages of thirteen and seventy and you live in my neighborhood and you venture out of your home with any frequency or are in the habit of leaving your curtains drawn open, then it's likely I've imagined, however momentarily, what it might be like to have sex with you. Conversely, if you are a female human of any age or striking degree of comeliness and someone pointed you out to me with a word or sound of approval it might first occur to me that my attention was being drawn to your dog, your bicycle, or the pleasing arrangement of merchandise in the storefront window behind you. I'm just saying.