The power of sexual attraction can force its will on even the most clear-headed, rational person. What (extremely unusual) action have you taken that you normally wouldn’t, which thoroughly demonstrates how lust made you its bitch?
You first.
I suppose you could argue that it made me get married.
I cleaned and detailed my car before a date. Oh, the shame of it all… :o
Okay… I came really close to buying a car for someone. I’m normally very tight with money, so I’m glad when circumstances “broke the spell” and I was able to see through the illusion and realize it was not true love.
Take off my clothes. 
Lust has made me have sex with a man I should have left alone, and in a place I shouldn’t have been having sex in – specifically, a Navy Lieutenant in my Lancia Fulvia. While it was parked in the parking lot to the side of the Sigonella Enlisted Club. It wasn’t a convertible though – the seats folded almost all the way down and we had a blanket over us. And he was a shortish guy for a pilot. It was pretty good, actually. Stupid, though, I admit, although less so for me (I was an E-3 at the time) than for him.
Get married.
Although now that I think of it, I didn’t have to get married to have him, just to have him forever. It was lust that made that seem like a good idea.
It’s a long story, but the short of it is that I crawled out of bed at 4:00 in the morning, the day before a final, and stood around for an hour in a foggy San Francisco morning to ask a girl out. In metered verse.
It didn’t work so well (also a long story).
I was just about to finish grad school and had one of those job interviews where a company brings a bunch of candidates in to tour the facility and make the rounds of interviews. The tour was one day, interviews the next.
So the night after the tour we all met in the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to get some shut eye before our big day. That would be the night the most gorgeous guy ever decides he’s interested in chatting to me. Chatting to me for hours. Hours and hours. Until the bar closes. And then in the lobby after the bar closed. Until about 4:00 am. Did I mention I needed to be up for an interview at 7:00 am? Nope, seems I forgot about it that night as well.
No, I didn’t ace the interviews. No, I didn’t get a job offer. Yes, we did exchange numbers. But, no, he didn’t call.
Yeouch. I took a full-letter-grade hit, but I still passed at least.
Lust made me ditch the first day of a seminar in favor of a day in bed with a woman I met on the airplane. I guess lust entered into her decision as well. I’ve never regretted it, either.
Hmmm…
I don’t remember his name… :eek:
Lust once made me a rather nice cake.
Whoever said that anthropomorphising emotional concepts was pointless was talking bollocks.
Eat 2 pounds of strawberries in one day. Mmm… strawberries…
Lust made me do a drunk skank.
Granted, I was also drunk, and am probably whatever the male equivalent of a skank is.
The best part was immediately afterwards, as she caught her breath and said: “Wow … what’s your name?”
It made me pretend to take astrology seriously.
Aren’t you the guy who said he’d let the woman plan the wedding if you could do the sendoff in the General Lee? :dubious:
Now, you’ve learned your lesson haven’t you? 
You see what kissing can lead to?
…mixed tape.