Several years ago, Howard Stern offered a random young man the chance to have sex with a porn star. It may have been some sort of contest, or a spontaneous bit of idiocy from the shock jock, but in the process of interviewing the lady it occurred to him to offer some young stud the chance of lifetime. And a young man was found, of course. The disembodied voice of a youthful man filled the airwaves as Howard presented him with the bounty - she's in the next room, go have at it. And what did the young man say when faced with the prospect of meaningless sex with a porn star? "Well," he stammered, "maybe we could go have dinner or something first?" Howard and his cronies roared with laughter and the kid was ushered out. Now given that this was the Howard Stern show the whole thing could have been faked, but it sure sounded real. And it begs the question - why would a young guy, lured into Howard Stern's radio studio with promise of porn-quality sex, suddenly decide he wanted to date the woman first? Was it just nerves? Maybe. Or maybe he was being refreshingly human in his desire to make a connection with a woman, to ease into a physical relationship, and not reduce sex to an anonymous, animalistic act devoid of humanity. The same thing can be said for the enjoyment of nude images. Rather than splash graphic images of genitalia all over our site, we would rather enjoy the slow seduction of getting to know her. We'd rather see the whole woman - her eyes and smile, the way she looks when she thinks no one is watching. Her breasts, yes, and her ass and the triangle between her legs, but her mind too, peering back at us from behind beautiful eyes. In short, the exact opposite of what the Howard Stern's of the world would want. It's up to you to decide whom you relate to more.