Isn’t she a hardcore vegan? I’m sure she could recommend some nice places, but I’d rather not get the stink eye if I want foie gras stuffed veal in a confit of baby seal blubber.
I’d also rather not get background-checked to hell by Obama’s security detail. Looks like only one option is left, sigh…
I would so do her. Hopefully we could also have dinner but eh.
I’m a huge supporter of our president, but come on. It’s Natalie Portman. I have had a crush since her SNL rap video. Love the way she crinkles her nose.
Portman isn’t that hot. I’d rather have dinner with the President. That I can brag about without seeming crass.
I chose dinner with Obama.
Ms. Portman is attractive enough. She’s just not my cup a noodles. I can have sex anytime; it should at least be with a woman I desire.
On the other hand, dinner with Obama would give me the opportunity to knock some freaking sense into him and remind him that it was progressives who gave him his job, which would be much more satisfying than sex could ever be.
Policy requires me to unleash the bees.
In order to make the poll valid for straight women and homosexual men you could have had “Sex with President Obama” option.
If you don’t want to have sex with her, just say so.
Natalie Portman is gorgeous, but I have no idea of whether she’s interesting in bed. She may be very boring for all I know. And truth told, sex is sex. Dinner with the president? Any president? Much better choice.
I think you’re misunderstanding the essential conflict. It’s about whether the respondent values a sexual encounter with a famously beautiful woman more than a rare encounter with a historic president. To open the poll up for gay men & straight women, the alternate to dinner with Obama would have to be something like sex with Brad Pitt or Taye Diggs, becuase, while Obama is nice enough to look at, he’s not outstandingly so, and he’s not famous for being handsome in the first place.
I’ve had sex with beautiful women, I’ve never had dinner with a president. Easy choice.
Nicely said.
Heh, I chose sex with Natalie Portman only because I’m married. 
Hmm and I hadn’t even thought about the filthy and degrading things you could do to Miss Portman as pay back for Star Wars.
My sentiments exactly, although it took me longer than I’d care to admit to arrive at that logic.
I want her in something iridescent and sort of dark burgundy. With strap sandals. Silver ones.
See, I’m thinking dinner first - filet mignon au poivre, probably, with a nice Châteauneuf-du-Pape; '05s are supposed to be pretty good - then the sex.
Uh, yeeeeeaaah, you can have all that. I just want the sex.
My logic…
Darn. 
Depends. I’d have to have a look at that Portman pussy first – I’ve heard it’s not all what it’s cracked up to be.
Do tell.
Even assuming I’m not married, I think there’s more cachet in having lunch with Barack than in banging Natalie. And then, why even bother having lunch with Natalie unless I was planning on banging her afterwards? I guess it’d go like this: Have lunch with Barack; leave frustrated that I couldn’t convince him how wrong he is; and then go to a Star Wars convention and try to hook up with a hot Princess Leia (I’m from that generation).