Right, because she's gonna show up at your house tonight begging you to 'tap' her.
What is it about us that we think, without having ever met some super star, that 'having' them is any sort of possibility? I'm not just knocking on you.
Women, in droves, voted for Clinton with some sort of idea that he might want them. Men fell all over themselves over Sarah thinking "I fish! I hunt! She probably wants me!"
It's like, why? Bill is a gross pig who probably doesn't even wash his junk between conquests. Sarah might have bad breathe or some annoying quirk in real life. My favorite, Katherine Zeta Jones, could be the deadest person alive in bed. Whatever. She ain't gonna 'tap' me.
And yet, hope springs eternal. Some stranger is, circumstances 'permitting', just going to show up and throw down with us and it's gonna be amazing!!!
Maybe it's just me but, the first helping, is merely the first step in a process of getting to know one another and developing and heating up the 'ol chemistry so that you can get to the REALLY good stuff.
"Why, if only Katherine would start dating me, go ride the scoot with me, have some great conversation and dinner, why, in a few months, I just know she'd be telling Vanity Fair how we melt the sheets!"