[JonnydaJibba]

Well if I use my imagination that will lead me anywhere in every direction.

Scenario 1
You met up with a super hot babe, had dinner at a nice restaraunt that wasn't too far out of your budget, but they still serve wine so your date still thinks that it is a nice place. You drone through an hour and a half or so of mindless banter, only paying attention slightly. Not that anything else is keeping you from fully devoting yourself to her words, but you are guy and thats just how these things work. Dinner comes to a close, your date is sufficiently liquored up without being too drunk to function. On the drive back to her place, she takes of her seatbelt and says "Hey you wanna see something sweet?" And being the curious inquirer that you are, you say "Sure." She requests that you pull over in a semi-open area, which you do once you come upon one. She gets out of the car and lifts up her skirt to her waist and slowly starts to manuver her right hand far up her vagina. After a few puzzling seconds she pulls out an RPG, mounts it on her shoulder and fires at the next passing car, blowing it to oblivion. She then yells to you "See? Wasn't that bad ass?!" You then take her home and make sweet, sensual love to her next to the fire while sipping Champange and smoking cigarettes.

Scenario 2
You bumble through the endless date and she ends up going home with your afeminate waiter.

So that's what happens when my imagination runs wild.