Heidi Fleiss, former Hollywood madam, entrepreneur and one of the most hideously unphotogentic women ever to populate this planet has come up with yet another get-rich-quick gimmick, a stud farm bordello for women in Nevada. I can't add any more than what has been extensively written by editorial pundits on this subject over the last few days except to ask for your opinion. Would you go to a bordello for women, and if you did what requirments would you ask for in a man? My fiance, who invariably goes for the Pierce Brosnan James Bond over the Sean Connery version, said she would choose any of the musical opera group Il Divo if she could first check what they had in their pants. (At least in that respect she has become a very spoiled girl with me.) Her sister who has always gone more for the NFL football type, said she would request Patriot quarterback Tom Brady or Tampa Bay Bucks' Chris Simms (if he isn't too flattened by onrushing linesman.) In the last couple of days, in print and on the radio, I've heard women offering up their idea of a dream guy...and you know what? Women think differntly than we guys. When I look at women I compartmentalize- hooters, tush, legs, goodie area. Women not only look at the overall package, they look at the situation, mood, personality interaction, etc. Just for that reason alone a stud farm has it's work cut out for it. And by nature of the sex act a male has to be aroused. Take Heidi Fleiss as example one. There isn't sufficient Viagra or Cialus in all of Clark, Washoe or Nye counties for my admittedly long wanger to budge from a straight down position in order to perform for that obnoxious creature. What happens if Ethel Snerd from Cleveland picks Dash Riprock and he can't perform? Does she get her money back? Also, what happens if a man proves TOO popular, and is asked to perform say, over a dozen times a day? Clearly a stud farm for women is more complex an equation than a traditional bordello.