I'd have to say that I'm against it. Not to say that I am against picking up random women (read: letting random women pick me up), and I am not immune to the desire of seducing their clothes off and getting them horizontal (read: I'm easy). I'm simply against carrying through with it once I've gotten that far. This does tend to get me into some tight situations, but it has given me insight into the best ways to avoid casual sex when already naked with a body you can't quite put a name on.

Low marks go to my old girlfriend Holly's idea of looking up suddenly and saying, "Phillip? Was that Phillip? I think I heard Phillip in the hall!" then running outside stark naked, and returning scratching your head. The technique is an A class mood spoiler, but there is the possibility of being charged for the psychiatric bills of your partner. Something more subtle is needed.

Seemingly helpful advice can go a long way. A Russian woman doctor inadvertently gave me this technique while trying to convince me that sleeping with married women such as herself was a good deed, because it would "give her something she wasn't getting at home". In the process of trying to seduce me, she pointed out that if you had crabs and wanted to have sex anyway without telling your partner, you should do it doggie style and the critters wouldn't be able to make the jump. Stay away from Russian doctors, trust me.

Finally there is George's patented technique for avoiding that casual encounter once you've already lured a randy young lass into your bed: Falling asleep! Arrange to be on the bottom of the writhing, panting mass of flesh you two have become, then casually turn your head to one side and slowly go limp. Let the sandman take you as your hand slides off her buttock and your monument slowly crumbles into dust.