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No, I mean, go out, meet a woman (or guy, or child, or farm animal, whichever he prefers), Take them home (or to the backseat of his car, or an elevator, or the altar of a church, whichever he prefers), and have REAL sex with that individual.
If he has that much time to worry about whether a blur on the Sims 2 can be removed and replaced with genitals, he must be really up tight about sex, or just bitter about not getting any and doesn't want anyone else to have it, either.
Sigmund Freud would be proud, I think...
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