OK, obviously I need to elaborate.
Never mind how useful it may have been to the species human vis-a-vis the evolutionary process, it’s not very useful to me now.
Have you ever been in a situation where you couldn’t see any specimens of your preferred gender? For months on end?
Trust me, it took only eight weeks in a segregated boot camp to make me appreciate just how much beauty there is in the female form.
Not even the spank bank. Just being able to know they’re real is worth a lot, too.
Of course, can’t get too close. Then they start screaming and throwing things, and stuff. And that’s no fun. 
Working downtown in a Metropolitan area, you get to see a LOT of women. A LOT.
And I’ve been on all kinds of mental states regarding the viewing of them…and they seem to hinge on how well things are getting along at home. I’ve found if we’re getting along well ( and by well, I mean mambo-style) then the good looking women downtown disappear.
I also find it’s seasonal. After the great, dark, cold winter…I find the women come to work nearly naked. It’s a VERY distracting time of the year.
I’ve ALSO found that, as long as I’m dealing purely with a fantasy world. I can be VERY picky. ‘Her knees are too pointy’, There’s a little too much dishwater in that bottle blonde. Etc.
Then, lastly, I realize that, for as lecherous as me and the guys are, we fully realize that if we ever acted on those thoughts, our womenfolk would have our guts for garters.
And trying too hard speaks of being high maintenance, which is something I just don’t need. “I only have 20 pairs of shoes!!” Oh, the horror.
I figure men like to look at pretty girls for the same reason women like to talk. The typical man’s brain has a great chunk devoted to the processing of 3D visual-spatial relationships.
I have this theory. Most of the things men like to do, or do well, or obsess over, are because these activites use more of a man’s brain and are thus more mentally stimulating: watching sports, reading maps, driving, hunting, target shooting, visual arts, television, photography, looking at pretty girls and sports cars, building things, fixing things, enjoy action movies with lots of visual things happening, figuring out how to get somewhere. They’re all 3D spatial processing and men (in general) enjoy them more than women do (in general).
By contrast, a large portion of the average woman’s brain is devoted to language processing. A woman (usually) finds it more mentally stimulating — that is, uses more of her brain at once — to do things that are verbal: listen, engage in conversation, talk on the telephone, gossip, write, read, enjoy romantic movies with lots of talking, ask for directions, enjoy poetry, listen to the lyrics of the song, and so on.
I’m not saying that all men, or all women, are like this; it is my impression that this just seems to be the predominant trend.
Only twenty? Only **twenty?!? **
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
ROFLMAO
[Koxinga falls to the ground, weeping]
RNATB has been lying on the ground weeping since he read that post at 4:00pm EDT.
IIRC I saw a documentary that said the danger about drugs is that they produce a stimulus that’s greater to the brain than an orgasm. And an orgasm is as good as it gets, otherwise.
We’re hardwired for sex. If we didn’t strive to have it, we’d die out as a specie. The fact that medical science has fooled mother nature and allowed us to live double or treble our intended lifespan doesn’t change our genes.
Now we may be talking about two different things, since sorority girl pretty is an artifact.
On the topic, tho, I saw a woman up here in Wayzata that has to be one of the handsomest women I’ve seen in a long time. Her dad is a Scandinavian about seven feet tall, mom is from Guangzhou. Really a stunning female, I (of course) had to find out more. Quite unnerving.
This makes me wonder if guys ever think that when they look at me, even when they don’t catcall or act all sexed up. I wear sundresses a lot and, not to be too modest, have an amazing figure, and tend to be kind of oblivious some of the time.
:dubious: As a member of the skeptical SDMB community, I won’t believe it until I see pictures, or arrange an afternoon coffee with you at Starbuck’s.
Yeah, like, cite?
We like sundresses.