How's about you try n' sink my battleship?

The purpose of a one night stand, besides getting laid (duh), is to be able to do so with impunity. Like a couple of randy vampires, we want to enjoy the night and each other's body fluids until dawn. Then begins the walk of shame, the trudge in stilettos and silver hot pants back to our apartments and respectable lives.

You become a flashback during a conference call, a juicy bit of scandalous behavior we share with our friends and coworkers--but that's IT. We don't want to run into you at the supermarket, see you at happy hour, or find out you're dating my sister. A fond, but distant memory is perfect, never to be ruined by the inevitably annoying, in-the-light-of-day reality, thanks very much.

How to do this? How to find the perfect One-Night-Stan? Perhaps it's time to include the airport bars in your pub crawls, my lovelies. Anyone who has an appointment with the high road, high skies or high seas will do just fine. Sailors, soldiers, salesmen, and the occasional youth hostel visitor (provided you wash him first) are excellent candidates.
Two week holiday visas, 3-day conventions, and 24-hour leaves should be determined during the first ten minutes of chit chat. Indeed, perhaps the bartender would be so good as to make an announcement, or at least direct you to the nearest INS holding tank.