On to a rant: I know taste is entirely subjective, but some of these women, Bellucci in particular, are what I call "pointlessly pretty." If I want to dream about hot chicks with nothing to talk about, I can just grab a prostitute and fuck her in the drive-through line at Starbuck's. Like Charlie Sheen famously admitted, "I don't pay them to have sex with me. I pay them to leave." So yeah; I try to make it about women I actually admire.
Back on topic: always a sucker for lesbians (an not the kind that let men watch), I'd definitely go for Jodie Foster:
We'd go to the basement at Gotham, a fine local streak house, and smoke fat cigars and drink Seagram's dry gin. She'd go off on politics and the film business, and I'd try to impress her by recognizing some of the references. Drunk off our asses, we'd rent a private plane (with pilot) and fly straight to the Bermuda Triangle, looking for Paradise Island, the secret land of Sapphic superwomen. Not finding it, we'd settle for a random Carribean island that took American money and no questions asked, and engage in an afternoon of stalking death row prisoners released for our amusement. They'd be promised freedom and amnesty if they could survive the day, but naturally that's a lie because they have bombs in their heads. This would all be televised, the proceeds going to Doctors Without Borders, and Jodie would pay all associated fines and licences, because she's rich and the sex makes it worthwhile. The weekend would end with a nice romantic dinner before a roaring fire, some waivers signed, and finally a fight to the death.
If she wasn't available, I'd go rock climbing and bare-knuckle boxing with Jean Seberg:
I'm pretty sure I could take her.
This post has been edited by civilian_number_two: 17 February 2006 - 12:25 AM