When I was much younger I sometimes passed the time playing mind games on myself. One highly sexist and totally shameful game was to mentally set a time limit and then, scanning the crowd at the farmer’s market or enjoying a picnic at the park or rushing to the subway, pick out the one woman I would most want to have casual relations with. Then I would reset the mental stopwatch, turn to the left, and callously cast my lusty ennui in a new direction. Obviously this was entirely mental and I never once even spoke to a woman who caught my attention.
As I think back on these episodes, they did allow me to both notice and appreciate all types of women and at the same time expose my personal ideas of surface beauty.