If you could have sex with anyone in the history of the world, who would it be?
Without overthinking about it too much, I'm going to say Mick Jagger, circa 1972.
Last night, I watched part of a pretty racy documentary about the Stones, made that year, as they took off on their American tour in support of Exile on Main Street — one of the best rock albums of all time. (The movie's name is so naughty that I shouldn't repeat it here. It was never released, because The Stones worried it reflected poorly on them. Although I only watched parts of it, it makes you understand that they really did their part to put the sex and drugs into the phrase "sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.")
Jagger was dressing in the kind of ripped shirts and tight jeans that showed off his physique ... there's something about that pouty swollen-lipped face with its distinct cheekbones ... and ... well... (Of course, he was married at the time, so I wouldn't have really had sex with him. But ... you know.)